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Nothing Sensual About It	By : ShilohDarke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 10770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: AGAIN.... I own NOTHING you recognize. I make no money from the sharing of this or ANY other fan fiction. JKR and Warner bros get it all. I'm just exercising my imagination.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who gave such WONDERFUL reiews to the last chapter! I loved each and every one of them! (DEEP BREATH) Okay, guys! I hate to tell y'all this but LUCIUS and HERMIONE are BOTH extremely OOC here. Now, just hear me out. It's needed. Hermione is seriously tormented here. She has always been the pillar of strength for her friends, and although Harry has tried... Lord knows he has... He just had too much going on in his own life to really STOP and let her cry. She lost alot! and Lucius, knows this. He opens up and gives his emotions free reign in hopes that she will too

If the chapter sucks... I'm sorry. But I opened it up and let the characters take over. The following is where they took it. I really hope you all can see clear to forgive me....

Chapter 2 -- Dancing in the Moonlight

Lucius Apparated Hermione into his garden. It was the only Apparation point within his property, and a secret he would not let just anyone know about. However, he wanted to share his favorite place with her, so he took the chance.

Hermione gasped at the sight before her and took a step away from Lucius as she turned to see the beautiful flowers that surrounded them. There was an enchanted pond that was surrounded by gardenias, lilacs, and jasmine. Snow-white water lilies floated in the pond, and wisteria hung from the weeping willows that stood in the water. Honeysuckle climbed the entire stone wall that fenced in the garden. The result was an experience in fragrance that was unlike any she had ever had. She took it all in and was thrilled by it. Then she saw the first one and a giggle escaped her.

The one became two. Two became four. Four gave way to eight, and so on and so forth until she was being greeted by what seemed like hundreds of tiny, friendly hummingbirds each of which seemed to take turns investigating the new addition to their garden. She watched them in awed wonder and held her hands out. She was rewarded by these tiny, special birds coming and flitting around her hands, brushing her with their wings. “I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. How do you keep them here? This is amazing!”

Lucius smiled as he thrilled to the pure joy on her face. It was the first time she had really looked truly happy all night, with the exception of when they were dancing. As the birds finished their hellos, he answered. “I do not keep them, my dear. I simply planted some of the flowers they love the most and made my garden into a kind of haven, if you will, for them. They come here and stay here because they know they are safe.”

As he spoke, a single hummingbird, emerald green-breasted with bright blue wings, came and hovered in front of him, seeming to watch him , then moved closer to touch his cheek with its beak before flitting away. Hermione smiled at how Lucius watched after it as it took its leave. “Now, Lucius, I know there’s more to that single bird than just staying here as a haven.” Her smile grew when he blushed.

He glanced around the garden and his expression turned somber. “Narcissa loved birds, Hermione.” He smiled sadly and took her hand, leading her to a place beside the pond where they could sit. Once he had sat, he tugged gently on her hand and she followed, silently bidding him to continue. “She used to tell me they were the only perfect creatures in the world. Her familiar was a hummingbird.” He smiled. “I don’t suppose you knew?”

Hermione tilted her head. “A hummingbird, really? No, I never knew.” She looked up and saw the bird that had touched his cheek moments before hovering nearby. Holding up her hand, she nearly cried when the little bird landed in it. “Oh, my goodness.”

Lucius smiled at the tiny bird and introduced him. “His name is Angelwing. Narcissa told me that he and his family would tell me when it was time for me to move on, when the right woman came to their garden.”

Hermione’s eyes left the bird at his words and she stared hard. “What? You must be—surely you don’t mean me?”

Lucius sighed and reached for her free hand. “I don’t expect you to fall into my arms upon hearing this revelation. I’m just sharing with you what my wife told me when we discussed the unpleasant possibility of either of us dying.”

He drew a shaky breath, then continued. “You see, I was a stubborn, jealous oaf. I told her I wanted her to pine for me and take a lover if she must, but never share her heart with another. I was a fool and Narcissa knew it. She told me she knew the day would come when she would leave. Angelwing had always told her she would not be long on this earth.

“She worried for me, however, and asked him to watch out for me.” He squeezed Hermone’s hands and she had to blink back the tears, for she could feel where the story was headed. “He said to tell me that if I ever felt drawn to a woman in such a way that I felt I could possibly open myself up to love again, I should bring her here.”

Releasing her hands suddenly, he shook his head and closed his eyes. “But I’m such an old fool! I have never brought a woman here, Hermione.” When his eyes opened, tears slipped down his cheeks. “I’ve never wanted to. Even tonight, going into that ballroom, I had no thought of bringing another person here.”

He sat back and shook his head. “Then you heard those two hags making all their hateful comments and you detoured from your own personal hell to try to make mine somewhat more tolerable, and I was lost.”

He set his hand, palm up, next to hers. There was no demand to take his hand, just a request. “You are so beautiful and you deserve so much more than to be humiliated by someone you once thought of as a friend. But I wonder.” He caressed the side of her hand slowly with his thumb as he seemed to consider. “Can you ever see your way clear to giving a chance to an old enemy who wishes desperately to earn your love?”

Hermione’s heart felt as if it was about to burst at his unsure question. This was not the Lucius she had known in her youth. There was no demand in his voice. He was posing a question to her. He sat patiently waiting for her answer, but there was nothing threatening in his manner. She knew then he would accept any answer she chose to give, whether he liked it or not.

She wasn’t sure she could give him what he wanted. She was too damaged, she thought. But she was willing to share all she did have, if he could understand her limits. “Lucius, I’m not sure it’s possible for me to truly love any more.” She covered his hand slowly with her own. “But if you can accept what I can give and let me try, I’ll try to let you in as much as I can.”

Taking her hand, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a feather-light touch. “I will take anything you are willing to share, Hermione,” he whispered against her lips before kissing the corner of her mouth. “Let me help you find your way back to the woman you are.” He touched the opposite corner lightly before tracing the line of her lips with his tongue. “Find your way back to desire.” He deepened the kiss and she was grateful they were sitting on the ground. She gave herself up to him completely as he pulled her into his lap. Moaning, she arched her back against him, feeling his kisses trail down her neck to her collarbone.

He dipped his tongue along her cleavage before coming up and growling. “I won’t do this. You are more than a one-night diversion.”

Hermione opened her eyes and it took her a minute to see that he was staring at her with desire shining in his eyes even as he worked to straighten her dress where it had begun to slip down. “B-but I thought we were going to—” Could he really be turning her down? NOW? Pulling back from him, she ran a shaking hand over her hair. “I thought we were going to—that you wanted to—”

Lucius stood and pulled her up. “Oh, I do. Believe me, for the first time in a very long time, I really want to.” He held her to him, refusing to release her when she started to pull away. “Hermione, your heart has been abused. As much as I want to, before I can make love to you I have to help you realize you are worthy of being loved.”

Trying to not show her hurt, she tried gently to remove herself from him again. “I know I’m worthy. I never said I wasn’t.”

He held her still as sure as he held her gaze. “You did. You just told me you weren’t sure you could love me.” His hand brushed her cheek gently and his voice seemed to pour over her like warm silk. “I want you to regain what Weasley took from you. He took something from you that was not his to take—your self-esteem—and, my love, it will not come back simply by letting me touch your body.”

He fell silent and she stopped pushing at him and met his gaze. “We must first touch here!” His forefinger made a gentle swiping motion across her forehead, then his hand pressed to her heart. “Then we have to touch here.” He smiled at her then before leaning down to kiss her lips a little more passionately than the first time. “I believe we have touched with our minds,” he said, running the backs of his fingers over her heart, just slightly grazing her breast, “but your heart is still too guarded and I must break through its barriers before we can do more.”

Hermione succeeded then in pulling away from him. “You ask the impossible. I gave up ever having true love long ago.” She threw up her hands in defeat. “I don’t know how to open back up.” Turning, she began to search for a way out of the garden. The sooner she could get away from this man who wanted her to open herself up to pain again, the better.

For several moments he was quiet as he watched her. She reminded him of a wounded bird. He could feel her trying so hard to keep from letting her tears free. It broke his heart to see her so completely broken. His resolve was strengthened by the depths of her pain.

Stepping up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and continued to hug her tightly even as she fought to gain her freedom. Closing his eyes, he poured all his empathy into his hug and waited. For several minutes she continued to pull away. Then she stopped.

Standing completely still, she held her breath, fighting for another helpless moment to keep her pride intact. She knew all was lost when Lucius pressed a kiss to her ear and whispered, “You do not have to be strong now, little one. Let me be your strength. You lost so much in the war, and who were you able to lean on?” A sob rose unbidden and nearly burst from her in a scream, it was so violent.

Still Lucius held her and continued to talk softly. “You rid your parents of their memories of you knowing full well they would never know of you again. You gave up your family. Who offered you another in its place?” The cries began in earnest but she still held herself rigid from him.

Hating that he was hurting her but knowing it was necessary, he continued, “You were tortured in this very house. That horrid mark was placed on your body as a constant reminder of the hell you lived through, but I have never once heard of you speaking of it to anyone.” Hermione hiccupped and shook her head, almost as if she was still trying to deny his words.

At last Lucius spoke of the final deep pain. “Ron hurts you now as deeply as he did the day he left you and Harry to run back home. As much as the day he chose Lavender over you. He likes to keep you hurting by continuing to torment you and throw his hateful poison over you every time he can.”

Screaming, Hermione turned in his arms and started pounding Lucius’ chest. He felt the blows as surely as if they were driven into his own heart but he stood firm, holding her so she could let her anger go. Finally, when she stopped hitting him and her knees buckled, he swept her up in his arms and carried her into the Manor. His decision was made. She would not be leaving any time soon. He’d send notice to her place of employment. She had more pressing matters than work. She needed to finally take the time off that she needed to heal. If he had his way they would work to heal each other, together. He tilted his head in silent thanks to the house-elf who held the door open.

A/N: Pretty please tell me what you think? I was so thrilled by the warm reception of the first chapter, I hope I didn't lose you all with this one....
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