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Codename: Creampuff	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 16839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If there was anything more annoying than an unexpected flatmate, it was an unexpected and ungrateful flatmate who possessed the
manners of a mountain Troll.� Hermione
sighed as Lucy made a huge production of dusting off her clothing and looked
around, her lip curling in a dainty fashion.�
�Is this it?� she asked disdainfully.� Hermione sucked in her breath, counted to ten
in her head, and let it out slowly before pasting a smile on her face and
addressing the haughty blonde.

�Yes, this is my flat.�
It was actually quite hard to-� She broke off as Lucy abruptly turned
away from her to glide towards the windows.�
What was Dumbledore thinking, to fob off this�.this�(her
mind hastily supplied the word �bitch� but she told it to be nice) woman onto her?� True, she did
have a spare room, but what was a witch like Lucy doing here?� Despite the fact that she had already made
herself extremely disagreeable in the span of only 5 minutes, Hermione had to
admit that the other woman was absolutely stunning.� Surely there was a wizard (most likely 5 or 6
billion) with whom she could stay with instead!�
�Would you like to see your room now?� she gritted as Lucy ran an
elegant fingertip through the dust accumulating atop one of the plastic plants
her parents had purchased for her.

�Nothing would delight my senses more,� the other woman said
snidely, flipping a section of shining blonde hair over her shoulder as she
carelessly wiped the dust from her finger on the cover of a thick grimoire resting in a nearby chair.� Hermione�s mouth worked soundlessly at this
sacrilege, unable to peel her eyes from the sight of the fat smear of dirty lint
marring the oiled leather.� She swallowed
hard and looked back up into the eyes of her unwanted companion, seeing a
flicker of satisfaction in them as Lucy spoke again.� �So, the room�? Unless you�ve a map, then I
could just find it myself while you stand there and stare.�

Hermione stomped past her and flung open the door, ignoring
the amused tutting sound the other witch made.� �This is yours, that�s mine, that�s the loo, over there is the kitchen,� she bit off the words
sharply, pointing to each new location in succession.� �Now, I�m sure you must be tired so I�ll just
leave you to get settled.� She sailed over to her bedroom and shut the door
quickly, not wanting to see those oh-so-perfect
eyebrows arch in disapproval.� What does Professor Dumbledore think he�s
doing? She asked herself for the millionth time as she sat down on her
bed.� Not
only do I have to think up a way to help Harry kill Voldemort before Voldemort
kills him, now I have to baby-sit Barbie.�
He had best have a damned good
reason for leaving me in charge of her.�
Hermione leafed through a book idly and listened with half an ear for
her new flatmate � she heard the other door close and
the sounds of the other witch moving about in the room, then silence.� She tiptoed out her door to clean the dust
from the grimoire and re-shelve it carefully,
placing complicated wards on the bookcases just on the off chance that her
�guest� would want to desecrate anything else.

Crookshanks mewled hungrily at her
from beneath the table, so she opened a tin of food for the half-kneazle, rubbing his ears and loosening his collar while he
ate noisily.� A goodly amount of time had
passed since her third year at Hogwarts, when she had found her familiar in Diagon Alley � Crookshanks had a
few more white hairs scattered in his orange fur, but he was as vivacious as
ever.� For her 20^th birthday,
Harry and Ron had gifted her with a bright yellow collar �that made him look like a neon sign come to
life�Crookshanks detested it with a passion, and had
clawed both young men vindictively the very next time they had ventured inside
her flat.� The cat was extremely
protective of her and obviously fancied himself her bodyguard, going so far as
to chase off every single boyfriend she had brought back; the only one who hadn�t
been scared off had later confessed that he was homosexual.� Well,
with Barbie living here, there�s bound to be plenty of wizards going in and
out�just not to visit me, she thought whimsically.� She dated occasionally, though it was never
serious�something or other would always happen to make the match unsuitable, so
she rarely progressed to actually taking a lover.� When she did
have lovers, she was never ultimately satisfied with them.� Hermione wanted something that they could
never provide � either they were turned off at the extent of her knowledge, or
they were just too�.nice.�

One would think, by looking at Hermione Jane Granger, that
she was what was known as a �Good Girl.��
And she was�up to a point.� Being
sorted into the House of Gryffindor was all well and good, but it made others
think of her as being a little too nice, perhaps a little too untouchable.� A little too good.� Hermione wanted what many young women
throughout the ages wanted; a bad boy.�
In short, what this nice Gryffindor Girl needed was a Slytherin Boy.� At
Hogwarts in her seventh year she had cast several sneaking looks over at their
table, and had even picked out one or two possible playmates � but there her
vaunted courage had always failed her and she was reduced to simply looking.�
After losing her virginity to Viktor Krum (now there was a fine figure of a dark wizard, even if she couldn�t
understand half of what he was saying) she had edged her mary-janes
that much more over the line, but not too far.� All her �dates� had left her unsatisfied, so
she had simply given up trying, hoping that the fictitious �Mister Right� would
come along when he was good and ready.�
She secretly believed that Mister Right had splinched
himself somewhere; it would be just her luck. Settling herself in her most
comfortable armchair, she selected another book and began to read through it,
losing herself in the comforting words on the page and forgetting that she was
lonely, forgetting that she was supposed to be irritated at the supermodel currently
residing in her guest room.

The next few days passed quickly; Hermione tried not to be
in Lucy�s near vicinity as the blonde inevitably said something insulting; it
was as if the witch stored up all the most infuriating remarks during the night
and let it all loose as soon as she set her eyes on Hermione in the
afternoon.� For Lucy was obviously not a
morning person � she slept until at least noon each day, and spent inordinate
amounts of time in the bathroom.�
Hermione was convinced that the woman had never met a mirror she didn�t
like, and complained to Dumbledore constantly.�
�Can�t she just stay here at Grimmauld Place?� she had
begged.

The Headmaster had simply peered over his spectacles at her
seriously.� �Now, Hermione� I realize
that this situation isn�t exactly to
your liking, but we must all do what we can to help.� Luciana has, believe it or not, been through
an unbelievable hardship and needs your support � no matter how ungrateful she
might seem.� I have faith that the two of
you will become the very best of friends,� he continued, ignoring Hermione�s
look of blatant disbelief.� �In a few
days, we will have a plan set up that involves each and every one of you�and I
will need you two young ladies to work together.� Now, can I count on you?�� She had grumbled her reluctant assent and
come back to her flat to find that Lucy had rearranged the furniture in the
tiny living area and was standing on the back of the antique chair that her
grandmother had given her.

�That is not a step ladder - it�s not even for sitting!� she had yelled.� Lucy had merely turned round, looked at her
coolly, and asked her why it was there in the first place.� Now they had been summoned to Order
headquarters and she was trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to get the leggy blonde
out of the bathroom.� �Lucy! Let�s go, already!� she yelled, pounding on the door.

�Don�t call me that,� came the characteristic retort and the
door opened to reveal her flatmate looking as
gorgeous as usual � why she had to spend all that time in front of the mirror,
Hermione would never know.� The woman
would look perfect if a herd of Hippogriffs ran over her.� Her blue eyes looked Hermione up and down,
the chin lifting haughtily.� �You�re
wearing that?� she asked
incredulously, as if there were something hideously wrong with Hermione�s
spaghetti-strap top, skirt, and sandals.�
Lucy was wearing close-fitting tan leather trousers, what looked like a
man�s long-sleeved dress shirt, and black boots that ended just below the
knee.� Hermione wondered where she was
hiding the riding quirt as Lucy sauntered over to � surprise, surprise � another mirror and began tying her long
silvery hair back from her face with a long black ribbon.� �What are you looking at?� she demanded,
catching Hermione watching her.

Hermione snorted.�
�You certainly love looking at yourself in any available reflective
surface, don�t you? You�re so narcissistic!��
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, it took a few seconds for
her to process what she�d just said.� And
the mystery of who Lucy was and why she was here fell suddenly into place.� �Narcissistic�Narcissus�Narcissa,� She breathed.� �Lucius.�� And across the room, Lucius Malfoy turned
from the mirror to face her, arms folded across his chest.� �You � um, you�re a�woman,� she said stupidly.

Lucius applauded mockingly and began to move towards her
slowly.� She backed away uneasily, panic
beginning to rise up within her at the realization that a known Death Eater was
in her flat, had slept across the hall all this time, could
have killed her at any moment.� �And they
told me that you were smart,� he sneered.�
�Believe me, I have no interest whatsoever in soiling my hands by
actually touching you.� Shouldn�t we be going?� he finished in a
bored tone, glancing at the fireplace.�
�Not that I�m any particular
hurry to be surrounded by Weasleys.��

�But�but�you�� Hermione was simply flabbergasted and
couldn�t summon up the simplest sentence, a fact that was by no means lost on
her companion.�

�Dumbledore actually allowed you to graduate with a vocabulary such as that?�� Lucius/Lucy walked over to the small
fireplace and retrieved the pot of Floo powder.�
�More proof that Hogwarts will let just about anyone in its doors,� he
sniffed.

�Hermione flushed
darkly at the slur and snatched the pot from him.� �I prefer to think of Hogwarts as being more
selective than it was in the sixties,� she shot back.�

An elegant eyebrow arched sardonically. �Oh,
my.� Was that, by any chance, intended to be insulting?�

�We�re going to be late,� Hermione snarled back, her anger
making her forget her earlier fear of the wizard.� Truth be told, it was a bit hard to think of
the woman in front of her as Lucius Malfoy at all, and more as the bitchiest
witch she�d ever come across.� �So if
you�re finally finished primping, we
can go.�� Ignoring the huffed repetition
of the word �primping,� Hermione tossed a pinch of Floo powder in the
fire.� �Twelve Grimmauld Place,�
she called loudly.� Stepping inside the
flames and spinning out into the dark and dingy living area of Order
headquarters, she waited for Lucius (!) to emerge.� When he appeared he favored her with a sneer
and brushed past her to arrange himself in the most comfortable armchair after
making a point to sweep off nonexistent dirt.�

She sighed, barely restrained herself from rolling her eyes,
and walked into the other room to find Dumbledore.� The old wizard looked up as she approached
with her hands on her hips.� �Ah,
Hermione � I see you�ve discovered your companion�s secret,� he remarked calmly.� �Do
be a dear and not mention it to anyone else? Right, then.�� With that, he adjusted his spectacles and
stood to leave.

�But, sir!� Sir?� She called after him.�
He gave no sign that he had heard and continued out the door.� �Lovely,� she sighed.

She heard the Headmaster calling out names and reluctantly
made her way back to where Lucius was, squealing unintentionally as a herd of Weasleys almost flattened her on their way to the other
room.� Hermione began to grin as she
heard �Lucy�s� name uttered breathlessly, and entered the living room to find
that all the young wizards had congregated around Lucius Malfoy who was looking
quite put-upon.�� Fred and George
assailed their target with tales of their accomplishments, Harry and Ron gazed
at �her� with lovesick eyes from the sofa, and even Bill and Charlie tried to
edge closer to �her� chair. Ginny simply rolled her eyes and opened her copy of
Witch Weekly with a flourish,
pretending to read the latest article by Gilderoy
Lockhart but sneaking peeks at the other �witch.�� Hermione wondered just what her friends would
say if they knew the person they were ogling was Lucius Malfoy, the bane of all
their days.

As it was, she was surprised that they hadn�t gotten the
message that their quarry was relaying � Lucius favored each and every one of
his admirers with a haughty, disgusted expression in turn, staring at the Floo
longingly.� Brilliant blue eyes shifted
to find hers and they exchanged looks of disbelief as Fred (or was it George?)
actually began to flex his muscles. Their newfound camaraderie moved her around
the posturing young wizards to shoo the twins away from her charge and sit down
beside Lucius, who was plainly longing for his wand if the flexing of his right
hand was any indication.�

Various other Order members began to arrive, and the meeting
began when Dumbledore made his appearance � carefully keeping a safe distance
between himself and the Death Eater at Hermione�s side � and began to
speak.� �As most of you know, we have a
new member�stand up, Luciana,� he urged.�
Lucius simply regarded him silently and didn�t move from his perch, and
the other wizard cleared his throat to start again.� �Yes, well.�
At this stage in the game, it is more important than ever that our roles
as members of the Order of the Phoenix
be kept a secret.� I will be handing out
various assignments to each of you; all present will have either a partner or
work as a smaller group for safety�s sake.��
His eyes began to twinkle, and Hermione stifled a laugh when she heard
Lucius� sigh.� �Harry has been kind
enough to inform me of certain Muggle �spy� movies, and Minerva and I have
decided to give each of you a�codename, if you will.�� Lucius sighed louder, and Hermione was sorely
tempted to join him in venting her dismay.

Dumbledore showed them a large piece of parchment next, and
Hermione recognized it instantly as being kin to the Marauders Map that Harry
had inherited from the Weasley twins.� �This map will show each of you in your
various locations, but only your �codenames� will appear in case this falls
into the wrong hands.� Please come
forward to retrieve your names from Minerva,� he smiled.� �On the slips of parchment you will find your
assignments, and you will begin training immediately.� Good luck.��

Minerva McGonagall stepped forward with what looked like the
Sorting Hat - to make sure each person received the assignment best suited to
them, Hermione realized with admiration.�
Albus was nothing if not thorough.�
The next few minutes were spent milling about in the living area waiting
for a turn, and surprised exclamations rang out in the enclosed space whenever
a folded slip was opened.� Lucius heaved
himself out of his chair and reluctantly approached the Transfiguration
Mistress, withdrawing his new name and assignment after Hermione had selected
hers.� They returned to their chairs, and
Hermione opened hers quickly to see the name Bookworm illumed in shining letters � she was about to read further
and see what her assignment was when Lucius decided to open his.� Molly had been circulating and passing out
tea, and the Death Eater had just taken a mouthful of the liquid as he thumbed
the paper open.�

Hermione jumped in surprise as Lucius began to choke on his
tea, having inhaled it inadvertently.�
She forgot her animosity towards him as he coughed and spluttered,
waving the piece of parchment wildly with one hand while all other conversation
in the room halted as the others surveyed him.�
She could just barely make out the words �Kill� and �Dumbledore� as he
wheezed malevolently, and she eased the parchment from
his grip.� Oh.� That explained the coughing fit.� Lucius� codename was�.Creampuff.� But that wasn�t all.� No, not by a long shot.

His assignment was in a club, getting information from the
richer patrons who were connected in some way to Voldemort and the other Death
Eaters.�

With her.�

Sweet Merlin, they were expected to become strippers.

Hermione Granger turned to a still-heaving and apoplectic
Lucius Malfoy and patted his back to help him clear the last vestiges of the
tea from his windpipe.� �If we get out of
this alive, we�re poisoning his lemon drops,� she informed her partner
seriously.

Tbc�

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