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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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Tom sat in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. His eyes were still red, but the neon intensity had dulled somewhat, darkening to a shade of dark, glittering ruby. The white of his eyes contrasted starkly with the crimson iris, and he frowned when he felt the prickle of tears, only to realize he couldn’t shed any. He’d cried all he had to give, but it hadn’t replaced his plain brown eyes.

They had visited a healer to see if anything could be done. The healer had been a good friend of Sirius’, and a member of the Order. He had balked a bit when he’d seen who his patient was, but he dutifully examined Tom and had given his opinion.

The three Dark Marks he had taken away had latched back into his magic. Being his magic to begin with, the dark, malevolent energy used to create the brands had simply retreated back to its Master. They could only suppose why Snape’s Mark had not come willingly as the others. Harry had made an interesting point on that.

The first Mark he’d spoken to, Draco’s Mark, had told him that only if the bearer were willing could the Mark be removed. Sirius had immediately been smug and condescending, until Harry shot him down by saying Snape had always been a man who had punished himself, and probably subconsciously wanted to keep the Mark as an eternal redemption or something.

Either way, when Tom’s magic had been forced to dominate the magic in the Mark, that malevolent energy had stained Tom’s eyes. The healer wasn’t sure if the red would go away. It had darkened now that the Dark energy wasn’t quite so new, but Tom had a feeling he was stuck with these new eyes.

“If it makes you feel any better…I’m blind and can’t tell the difference…”

Tom looked up to see Viatoris floating at the doorway, and gave the Dementor a watery smile.

“Surprisingly, it does make me feel better.” He said, moving away from the mirror towards his desk. He put his hand on the front of his bible, resting his thumb over the gilded letters of his name. “But I’m still afraid of what the rest of the world will think. They all expect me to emerge any day with wand blazing, killing everything in my path. They believe I’m as my other half was…and they want to be right. No one wants to believe that I am not him.” He said softly, pulling back his hand and curling it into a fist.

He whirled towards where Viatoris fluttered in the doorway.

“I’ll prove them wrong! I’ll prove them all wrong! I still have my ambition. I will be great again! But people will not fear me this time…but on the other hand I will not be something I am not. I am Tom Riddle Black….I am a Parselmouth…I am the Heir of Salazar Slytherin…and I am son to Sirius Black. I will not be ashamed of these things!” Tom said, his deep red eyes glittering with intense emotion.

“Are you trying to convince me….or yourself?” Viatoris asked, his shrouded head tilting curiously. Tom’s intense expression faded slightly, and his dark brows furrowed. He took a deep breath, and looked back at his bible.

“I’m not sure. Perhaps I should just live up to their expectations of me. It would be easier…” Tom huffed sadly, shuffling his feet sulkily. He felt a small tug at his pantleg, and looked down to see Aslan staring up at him, his bright orange eyes glowing in the dim light of Tom’s room. “You think I should just be evil, Az?” he asked. The young Gryffix’s head tilted slightly. Then large, curved paws found their way on Tom’s leg, begging to be petted.

Tom reached down and picked up the growing kit, stroking behind the tufted ear. Aslan’s black beak nibbled lovingly on Tom’s fingers. Then he looked up at his human friend and gave a trill of encouragement. Tom’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“I think you’re right. Evil would be easy…but wouldn’t be half the fun!”

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Severus opened his eyes weakly, and looked around. He was in his bedroom. But the last thing he remembered was-

He tried to sit up, dismayed that his body felt heavy and weak.

“You will harm yourself.”

He looked over at the door, and tried to ignore the relief he felt when he spotted Stasja. She was carrying a tray with a warm bowl of stew and a bit of chocolate cake.

“Your magic is very low at the moment. It is expected after such a strain on it was removed. I expect you’ll be fine with a few more days to relax, but you’ve been in and out of consciousness for three days.” She said, settling the tray on the table next to the bed.

“Starving….” He mumbled, his voice rough from disuse. She gingerly reached an arm underneath him, and helped him sit up. Then she picked up the bowl and a spoon. He automatically reached for it, surprised when she pulled back.

“You can barely sit up by yourself. I will not allow you to spill hot stew all down your front.” She said gently. His dark brows furrowed, and she was amused to see his eyes flash angrily.

“I am not an invalid. I can feed myself.” He growled, his voice much stronger. She raised a fine eyebrow.

“Fine. But I will hold the bowl.” She said, and placed the spoon in his hand. Lifting the empty spoon wasn’t so bad, but once he dipped it into the thick stew it was hard to control, his hand shaking so badly that all the good bits fell off, leaving him to bring a spoon merely coated with thick juice to his mouth. He repeated this three times with similar results, before Stasja gently put her hand on his, steadying it as he brought the food to his mouth.

Neither said a word as he ate shakily, her hand supporting most of the weight of his hand so that he could proudly hold his own spoon.

Once the bowl was empty, she held his hand as he held his glass, taking several large sips of water that was laced with a bit of rejuvenation potion. Then he fell back against his pillow, exhausted from the effort of even eating.

Stasja reached forward and pushed a lock of black hair from his face. He looked up at her, an unreadable expression on his face. She leaned forward, clearly planning to kiss him. She very nearly succeeded, but Severus turned his face at the last moment with a grunt. Stasja paused in her attempt to kiss him on the lips, before she lifted her head slightly and pressed the kiss to his temple.

“Where is Nikolai?” he asked, trying to ignore the warm feeling in his chest. She’d probably put too much pepper in the soup, and he was experiencing heart burn.

“Asleep.” She replied easily. He chanced a glance at her, and saw her cobalt blue eyes shimmering with amusement. “Would you mind very much if I joined you for a bit of a rest? My wand is charmed to alert me if he wakes…” she said. Severus inhaled quickly. Then he affected the air of someone who was greatly put upon.

“If you must…” he drawled. She laughed, a sound like the tinkling of bells, and Vanished the dishes back to the kitchen. She stood and walked around the bed, climbing up with him in the empty spot. He watched her as she pressed herself close to his side, actually lifting his arm and burrowing herself underneath as she wrapped her arms around him. He was surprised at her forwardness, but said nothing as he slid himself back down to become more comfortable.

“Rest easy.” She said softly, resting one hand on his chest, right at his heart.

“I shall…” he replied, just as quietly, before he took a breath to gather his courage. “Now.” He added. He saw her lips curl up in a smile, and her face nuzzled at his side.

Perhaps some good had come from the little hell spawn’s visit after all…

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Hermione grinned at the annoyed look on Lucius’ face as Grace twirled about in the gown she’d tried to pick out for the Halloween ball. It was a deep, glittering black with white ratty lace that looked like delicate cobwebs. It was strapless, with a heart-shaped top that accentuated Grace’s….assets.

“No. It makes you look like a Knockturn Alley whore.” Lucius huffed.

“I think it looks lovely.” Hermione interjected.

“No! She is revealing far too much décolletage.” He snapped, crossing his arms. The seamstress stepped in eagerly, waving her wand. The heart-shaped bodice top lengthened, creeping up and over Grace’s shoulders. The sleeves were sill absent, but now the bodice went all the way up to Grace’s neck, sporting a vague mandarin cut.

“Oooh….I like this even better. I feel like some kind of spider queen. Hey! Can you make some fluttery sleeves out of the same lace that’s around the skirt?” Grace asked, seeing her father’s immovable expression soften as the ‘girls’ were put away. The seamstress complied with Grace’s request, and web-like sleeves hung in artistic tatters.

“Want. Want very much.” Grace said, and turned her puppy-dog eyes on her father.

“This cut is more acceptable. Very well. Have that one made.” He said dismissively, already looking at a gown that would look very nice on Hermione’s petite curves.

Grace grinned, already thinking of all the black make-up she could match this with, and then gave a cheesy grin to the seamstress.

“Make it so, number one!” she said, affecting a false British accent. The seamstress looked confused, but helped Grace back to the changing room to take off the model dress.

Hermione reached out and touched one of the dresses.

“That one is not cut right for you. It would make you look so much shorter than you are.” Lucius purred behind her. She turned, a sad smile on her face.

“Let’s face it. When compared to you, I’m down right stumpy.” She sighed.

“I tower over many people, but there are always ways to accentuate what you were given.” He said. “For example…asymmetrical designs tend to put off the natural balance of the body’s shape, making someone of smaller stature appear shorter than they really are. Vertical stripes will elongate the figure. Pointed shoes will make your legs appear longer, and of course heeled shoes will give a few inches to work with.” He said simply.

Hermione laughed.

“So then, great Master of Couture….which dress should I wear?” she asked. Lucius presented her with a feral smile, and pointed innocently across the shop. Hermione’s gaze followed his point, and she gasped softly. The dress was a deep, mossy green. The bodice would fit snug, but accentuate her medium-sized breasts. It was sleeveless, but with a minty gossamer cloak around the shoulders. The bottom of the skirt line would only reach just at her knees, and the hemline sparkled with a literal shower of magic, dripping like sparkling gold fireworks or a faerie’s trail. There was also a line of the same gold magic across the bust line.

“Wow.” She said simply.

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She straddled him in his desk chair, and he growled as she assaulted his lips, groaning softly into his mouth as she ground against his lap. He reached up to untangle her skirt from beneath her, and she pulled back quickly.

“No. I want to try something.” she said, breathless. Her whisky-gold eyes sparkled with lust and mischief, and he narrowed his own silver eyes at her.

“What?” he asked, uncomfortable in the snug trousers.

“I want to taste you.” She replied, and he felt his cock give an eager jump. He inhaled slowly, and then released the breath as one who was suffering a hardship.

“Very well.” He said, and leaned back against his chair. Hermione bit her lip with excitement, and sensually slid from his lap, and gracefully onto her knees in front of him. She pushed his knees apart slowly, moving steadily forward, and leaned over to press a kiss to the material on his left thigh. She saw the bugle in his pants twitch enthusiastically. Her slender fingers reached forward and unsnapped his trousers, pulling them open and releasing his cock with a bounce.

He was watching her as her eyes glistened hungrily. She reached forward and wrapped a hand around the stiff shaft, her lips curling when she proved to herself that her fingers didn’t meet. She wet her lips, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss right below the fluted tip. His breath hitched slightly.

Her tongue darted out suddenly and swept across the tip, catching a bead of precum and causing Lucius to hiss slightly. She continued to lick at the ruddy head of his cock, using the tip of her tongue to tease at every velvety spot. Her tongue focused for several seconds on the slit at the top of his cock, and she felt him squirm deliciously beneath the attention.

She moved slowly from the tip to the side, still flickering her tongue like a cat at a bowl of warm milk. Lucius said nothing to egg her on, and she suspected a bit of masochism in him, quite enjoying the slow, tortuous way she tasted him. Her lips pulled back off of her teeth and she nibbled gently on the underside of his dick. This time he released a low moan, and she could feel the blood pounding through the vein at the base of his cock.

She nibbled her way down the smooth skin, coming ever closer to his plump sac and nest of silvery bonde curls. She carefully shifted his pants open wider, and reached in to take his balls in her hand, squeezing and weighing them with her palm.

His breathing was heavy now, and he groaned aloud when her mouth reached the base of his cock, and she began to lick and nibble at his balls. He gave a yelp of pleasure when she drew both plump testes into her mouth, and dragged her fingernails teasingly up the side of his cock at the same time. One hand began to caress the weeping tip as she suckled and kissed his balls. Then she began her slow ascent back up his member, nibbling at the throbbing bottom until she reached the purple top.

“Hermione…” he said softly. She opened her mouth wide and drew as much of his cock in as she could, going down a few inches before he touched the back of her throat. While she did not have a particularly sensitive gag reflex, she would have to get used to such a monster before she ever tried to swallow him. She instead she let him sit on her tongue, and she began to hum.

He cursed in pleased surprise above her, and she felt his fingers in her hair, gently petting her, encouraging her to move a bit. She pulled back, her mouth still on the tip, and sucked hard. His fingers tightened in her unruly curls, and she heard another curse. She made this a rhythm, taking him in as far as she could, before pulling back and sucking hard at the tip of his cock.

It seemed like such a quick time for Lucius, the build causing his innate magic to crackle a bit at his fingertips, tingling Hermione’s scalp.

“Are you ready to taste me?” he asked her, feeling the familiar taut feeling of his balls tightening. Her eyes glanced up, and she wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, moving up and down as she sucked.

The combined sensation of her hand and mouth sent him over the edge, and he exclaimed loudly as he came. Hermione caught every drop greedily in her mouth, savoring the thick, salty fluid before she swallowed. She milked him eagerly for every bit she could, lapping away at the last lazy dribbles.

Lucius looked down at her, watching as she cleaned him up.

“I believe we’ve found a proper use for that viperous tongue.”

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Ha ha. Love is in the air, but Snape thinks it's heart burn. He's so cute in that awkward sort of way. Tom....Tom, Tom, Tom...I know what you're thinking. "Red eyes? But that's so evil." But really...I like them. Besides, I darkened them and kept them normal. No snake eyes here... And it makes sense that all the dark, malevolent magic from the Marks would have some effect on little Tommy-boy.

Well, if you're curious as to what a Gryffix really looks like, I drew a pic. I meant to post this with last chapter, but I forgot. Ah well. Only difference between the story and the pic is I posted the pic before I changed them to having black legs...so ignore that part...

http://kooldragon400.deviantart.com/#/d42xi71

Now, if you remember what I said last chapter, then good. But in case you forgot, I basically begged for feedback. I feel obligated to say that it's not required, of course, but it would make my day. It's like that feeling you get when you wake up on Christmas to realize it snowed. Or when you find money on the ground. Or when you get coupons for free food in the mail. It's a surprise that brightens your day....so....*cough cough* Yeah....
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