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The Conflict of Hermione Granger	By : TheLadyRed Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter and all recognizable characters and situations are property of JK Rowling. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

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A/N: A little background on our players, and a character note: you won't find me as Ron hater, so don't expect him killed off or portrayed as awful, I just don't believe the canon pairing of HG/RW - I don't see how JKR sees them together. Also, I like fun and playful Draco so that's how you'll find him in this incarnation. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Where Have They Been?

It had been three years since the defeat of Voldemort. After the final battle, Hermione had returned to Hogwarts to finish her seventh year and sit for her NEWTs with Ginny’s class, while Harry and Ron had headed into the Auror training offered to all students who had participated in the battle.

After NEWTs, Hermione had returned to her parent’s home in Muggle London. She had wasted no time after the Dark Lord’s defeat in finding them in Australia and restoring their memories, and after quickly getting over their initial anger with her over her deception and Obliviation, the Drs. Granger were happily reunited with their only daughter, and encouraged her to pursue her dreams. After all, after years of valiant service to the Wizarding World, wasn’t Hermione entitled to her own happiness?

Happiness for Hermione came in the offer of an official Ministry position from none other than the Minister himself. In the newly changing landscape of Wizarding relations with other magical beings, the welfare of house elves was turned into the spotlight, and Kingsley appeared on Hermione’s stoop a week after NEWT results were owled to offer Hermione a department head position, in the newly created Protection and Welfare of House Elves office.

Hermione was elated, and gleefully accepted, even though Kingsley and her parents shared a laugh with her when Kingsley explained that the ‘head’ position might be tad overstated, since Hermione would be the sole member of the department for the time being. Hermione’s job would consist of visiting house elves, ensuring their protection and care, and if a house elf so desired freedom or wages, helping to arrange a mutually beneficial agreement for the elf and Wizarding family.

Hermione found the work challenging, but fulfilling. While the majority of house elves did not wish for wages or freedom, there were the Dobbys out in the world, and Hermione had found herself negotiating contracts and making a real difference in their lives.

She remained at her parents’ home and made the unpleasant Apparition journey into the Ministry daily, despite Harry’s many offers for her to move into Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

“Harry, you know I can’t.” Hermione explained, “I am living with my parents. I almost lost them, and at some point, I’m sure Ron and I will be married and into our own place, and I want to savor the time left to be under the same roof as them. Surely you can understand that?” she pleaded, turning her warm brown eyes onto the green ones of her best friend.

“Of course, ‘Mione, I understand that, but I’d love to have you closer, is all. I know how you hate having to Apparate every day and I know Ginny would love the company while I’m away on missions.” Harry answered.

Harry and Ginny had wasted no time after Hogwarts to get married. The weekend after Ginny took her NEWTs, the pair were married in a lavish celebration at the Burrow that was very reminiscent of the earlier wedding of Bill and Fleur.

The Wizarding World’s most notable citizens had been in attendance, including none other than the elder and younger Mr. Malfoy. Harry had insisted on their invitations, explaining to the Weasley clan that he felt they had changed, and he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life looking for Death Eaters in people who had also changed, and that he had plenty of time to search for evil doers as an Auror, and in his opinion, that wasn’t the Malfoys.

While Draco and Harry didn’t share the inseparable bond like Harry had with Ron, the olive branch that had been extended by the wedding invitation had done much to change their relationship, and Harry had begun to count Draco as one of his closest friends.

While Hermione was thrilled for Harry and Ginny for finding happiness and marriage, she had told Ron in no uncertain terms that she was in no rush for the same.

“Ron, you are still so fully immersed in Auror training, AND trying to help with Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes, and I’m just getting my career going, so let’s not rush something that we have a lifetime for, please,” she beseeched.

Ron easily agreed, and secretly enjoyed the freedom to head out to the Quidditch pitch, take on missions without checking at home, and to spend late nights in the joke shop with his brother, untroubled with the same obligations Harry had, although he would have to admit those obligations didn’t seem unpleasant to Harry.

And so the time had passed in this way, Ron and Hermione in a comfortable relationship, with the liberty to pursue their own interests, until two weekends earlier, Ron had gotten down on one knee, with a beautiful ring Hermione was certain Ginny had selected, and asked Hermione to become Mrs. Weasley.   Hermione had said yes, although not in the gushy way her girlfriends had described their own engagements, and had suddenly found herself steeped into engagement party planning, wedding arrangements, china patterns, and a million other things that she was having trouble finding what she thought was the appropriate level of enthusiasm for.

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Three years. For a man in his late forties, three years shouldn’t seem like a lot, especially considering how many years a wizard had left to enjoy, but the last three years had felt long to Lucius.

Time certainly flies faster in the face of certain doom, so Lucius attributed the speed with which the years spent in the service of Voldemort had seemed to go by to that danger, although time spent in front of the Dark Lord had seemed to crawl by. Time was definitely a funny mistress, Lucius often mused.

Within a month of the final battle, Lucius and Narcissa found themselves alone at the dinner table with nothing to say to each other. They began to struggle for topics, and finally, Narcissa addressed the elephant in the room. She told Lucius that she felt their marriage had been over for years, that she had stayed with him for Draco, and then living under the specter of Voldemort had destroyed anything that she still might have felt for him. Relieved, nearly overjoyed, Lucius got up from his seat, hugged Narcissa, kissed her cheek and told her she was free.

Narcissa sat in stunned silence, until Lucius explained that he felt that they had loved each other for Draco’s sake, but weren’t in love, and hadn’t been for years, and that the serpent in their home would have destroyed better marriages than theirs, and what was the point of remaining unhappy?

Draco had returned home from his weekend trip with Blaise Zabini to find his parents had separated, his mother was occupying the Italian villa with a large settlement from his father, and they both were happier than he could ever remember them being.

He was so surprised by the sudden change of events he couldn’t decide whether or not to be happy or sad but eventually settled on accepting the new normal, which began to include Lucius on his evenings out.

At first, it was a strange situation to have his father out with him picking up women, but then he realized the draw of both Malfoys was a powerful lure to many witches, and he began to enjoying his father’s company, both out on the town and at home.

Seeing his cool, calm, and collected father reduced to a blabbering idiot at the Weasley-Potter wedding with the veela cousins was certainly a sight Draco was amused to have seen, and Draco also appreciated his newfound relationship with Harry after his wedding to the youngest Weasley.

Lucius found himself going through witches at a clip after splitting from Narcissa. No matter where he and Draco found themselves, there always seemed to be a willing witch in search of the famed Lucius Malfoy, and he often found himself buried in a woman, although never in the Manor. He didn’t want any slag to get the idea that she might become the next Lady Malfoy, and he liked to have an easy exit strategy to get away from the clingy witches.

Three years. There had been a lot of witches in that time, and Lucius was never without companionship when he wished for it, although he couldn’t put his finger on why he felt so alone at times.
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