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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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“What do you mean I can’t come?” Draco asked, his voice soft with disbelief.

Lucius took a deep breath. “Listen to me, Draco. My son.” He said, his words drawn out with emotion. “I have no idea what we’re going into. I want you here, son. If something happens to Grace and me, I need you to be able to carry on our name. Not only that, but if the people who took them decide to ransom Grace... I need you here in case they make contact.” he implored.

Draco looked at his father for several long moments, before his face twisted and he whirled around. He stomped from the bedroom angrily, drawing his wand and shattering a vase in the hallway as he left. But Lucius sighed in relief. Draco was angry, but Lucius knew he would not come.

Lucius continued packing the duffle bag, using every bit of outdoor clothing he had. It wasn’t much, but it was the only collection of non-dress clothing he owned. He had been a bit of an outdoorsman at one point of his life. Although he had long quit the activities, he still could wear the clothing and still remembered most of his skills.

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Meanwhile, Hermione was having a similar argument with Sirius, and it was a lot more explosive than Draco’s argument with his father.

“I tutored her for months! I care deeply for her, and you would ask me to stay behind? How could you?” she hissed. Harry looked on the verge of caving, but Sirius intervened.

“Look, Hermione. It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable or anything like that. We need someone here. We need Harry’s magical prowess, and Viatoris is a most excellent guard. And Aslan cares for Tom, but he won’t go gallivanting off into a search party without me. We need someone here at Grimmauld in case they try to ransom for Tom.” Sirius said.

Hermione puffed up like she was about to explode, and she saw both the men brace themselves. But she knew it wouldn’t do any good. So she let out her breath in a hiss.

“Fine. I’ll go to Lucius. He’ll let me come.” She snapped, and stomped from the room. Viatoris melted from the shadows, and wrapped long arms around his skeletal frame.

“I’m going to be perfectly honest. I’ve resided in the land of Death, and seen the horrors of Hell itself, and she is the most frightening thing I’ve come across in a long time.”

Harry reached up and adjusted his glasses.

“Preaching to the choir, mate.”

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But Hermione’s hopes were dashed with Lucius, too.

“Please, Hermione. If you care at all for Grace….if you care at all for me…you will not come.” He said softly, when she implored him to let her go. Hermione’s eyes filled with angry tears.

“So you would leave me too? You all are to go off, prancing about God knows where and I’m to sit here like a good little bed warmer? Should I have all of your boots shined when you get back? Shall I press your knickers? Iron your dress robes?” she snapped caustically.

“Do you really want our last bit of time together for a while to be an argument?” Lucius returned softly. Hermione’s face turned towards him, and her tears fell.

“If I’m here….how will I know if….if y-you’re okay?” she asked. Lucius looked at her for a few moments, before turning and walking towards his dresser. He opened the box that held his rings and cuffs, and slipped open a small, inconspicuous flap. He drew out a two rings, one large, the other small and fragile.

He returned to her, and reached out to take her left hand. He slipped the small, fragile ring onto her ring finger, and Hermione didn’t miss the significance of its placing.

“This ring belonged to Narcissa when we were still wed. It has been in the Malfoy family for generations. I will wear its mate. These rings will let each other know if we are alive. The band will turn black if I am deceased, and vice versa.” He said, slipping the other ring onto his bare left hand.

Hermione reached up and touched his face.

“Please…I cannot persuade you to let me go with you…I would not think of trying to persuade you not to leave. This could very well be the last time I see you in this life…” she spoke, her voice breaking. His hand found hers, keeping it close to him. “Please make love to me once more. Let me feel you move inside me one more time.” She whispered. Lucius’ eyes widened slightly, before his expression turned soft. He turned his head slightly, and kissed her hand.

“I will.”

He leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss, which she returned desperately. A fire ignited deep in her belly almost immediately, both her heart and center aching for Lucius. His strong, broad hands rested on her shoulders, guiding her back towards the bed that waited innocently against the wall. Her knees struck the bed, and she fell back, with Lucius upon her almost predatorily.

She broke their kiss with a gasp, groping at his clothes wildly. The next few moments were a frantic blur of clothing. They could not touch each other’s skin fast enough. Finally free of their confines, Hermione’s breasts bounced slightly as she lifted her hips to push her knit pants and her knickers down her legs. Lucius’ hands took over, jerking the cloth from her legs and tossing it away just as he stepped from his pants.

There was a certain part of his mind that berated him fiercely for this. He should be worried for his daughter. And he was. He l-……cared for her. But he cared for Hermione, too. And these last few moments could be all he had left with her if something terrible happened.

He stood over her, pushing her legs back to catch a glimpse of her glistening slit. He drank in the sight of her, from the pale sparkling color on her toenails, to her perfectly shaved snatch, to her heaving breasts, and finally her face, flushed with emotion and lust. He moved forward, catching her behind the knees and pushing her legs back even farther, opening her up to him.

She leaned up to meet him in a kiss, each battling for contact with the other. Hermione’s arms wrapped around him, digging her nails into his shoulder to bring him closer. One hand unlatched itself from her leg, and she felt him align his hardened cock with her opening.

She mewled an encouragement at him through their kiss, and gave a deep, guttural groan of satisfaction as he slid himself inside of her, completing their connection. Her nails slid down his back, landing at his bare buttocks and sinking into the firm, taut flesh.

He yelped into her mouth, pulling back and piercing her with a disapproving glare before losing all anger at the sight of her abandon. She threw her head back and gasped, her breasts pushing against him as tried to pull him closer. He pulled out slightly, before pushing himself back into her with a sharp thrust.

“Yessss!” she hissed, her body undulating beneath him like a lust crazed serpent. “Please!” she begged.

He began an earnest rhythm, erratic and desperate. They both needed each other, and they both needed to come together once more. One of her hands dis-attached itself from his buttocks, and strayed between them where they were joined. She splayed her fingers at her opening, feeling as Lucius slid in and out of her, filling her to the very brim.

Lucius leaned down, bringing his mouth to her ear.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked between thrusts, his voice deep with desire.

She gasped loudly as his thrust connected with her cervix, and her eyes rolled back when he rolled his hips a bit, hitting a sweet spot within her. He nipped at her ear, causing her to yelp.

One of her fingers rested on her clit, rubbing and flicking furiously at the small nubbin of nerves as she tried to bring herself to completion. A hand wrapped around her wrist, jerking her own hand away from herself and pinning it above her. Her other hand let go of Lucius’ buttock, and she reached up to free herself. Her other hand was intercepted, and her legs were free as Lucius held her hands above her.

“No! I will bring you to completion. I will make you come. Now tell me, kitten, to whom do you belong?” he asked, his silver eyes blazing with emotion. Hermione cried out, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I belong to you! I am yours, Lucius! You own me mind, body, and soul!” she cried, her body going taut as an orgasm started to take hold of her. She inhaled sharply. “I love you!” she cried, and she stiffened as if she were paralyzed with a spell, howling her release.

Lucius’ vision blackened slightly as the orgasm struck him with the force of the Hogwarts Express. He bellowed his release, burying himself to his balls and emptying himself into Hermione’s sucking, greedy cunt.

He released her hands and looked down at her, and her eyes were lidded as she panted through post-orgasmic tremors. “I love you.” She repeated, her hands coming to rest on her belly. He pulled back, his softening cock slipping easily out of her as he stood on trembling legs.

“I…care…deeply for you.” He replied, and his gut was wrenched to see the disappointment on her face. “I do not know if what I feel is love….as I have never known love before, neither giving or receiving.” He added. Her expression softened a bit. “If this is love….if what I feel is love…then it is returned to you tenfold.”

He began to dress again, gathering his scattered clothes after retrieving his wand and cleaning himself up. “I will not say goodbye, Hermione, for I do not want that hanging between us. If I do not see you soon, I will see you in eternity, and we will reunite then.” He said softly, as he tugged on his thick cotton robe.

Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He walked towards the door of his bedroom, turning back to her as he rested his hand on the doorknob.

“You are, of course, welcome here any time. Draco will be more than happy for the company. But I suppose Potter and Black will want you keeping an eye on Black’s house in case someone wishes to ransom for…the boy.” Lucius said. He opened the door, and paused, before turning back, watching as Hermione’s eyes shimmered with tears. “Take care.”

And with that he left.

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The group stood in the parlor of Grimmauld Place, each shouldering packs of clothing and food. Lucius had Apparated with Nala, much to the Gryffix’s displeasure. Upon arrival she had pecked him hard enough to draw blood, and scampered under the nearest couch, her orange eyes glowing dimly in the darkness.

“We follow the Gryffix’s.” Sirius said, looking down at Aslan as he clicked his beak nervously, glancing at the door.

Harry produced two black leather collars. “These will disguise Nala and Aslan from the muggles. All they will see are auburn colored dogs. It was much easier to disguise their size as a dog then a large cat. Their cries will sound as barks to anyone who does not have inherent magic.” He added, before putting the collars on the furry necks. Aslan held relatively still, but Nala almost took out his eye when he accidentally tugged on her fur as he fastened the buckle.

“I am invisible to the Normies.” Viatoris said, using his own word for the muggles. “I will guard you all. No creature dares make a Child its prey.” He added, drawing himself up to his full height.

“Who has the tent?” Lucius asked. Harry made a verbal assent, and patted an extra bundle on his satchel.

“All right.” Sirius said. “Wands?” the group agreed. “All clothes?” Check. “Food and water?” Another assent. “All right, Nala, Aslan. Take us to them.”

Nala and Aslan were maturing and growing, but they had not come into the majority of their powers. They could spit sparks when angry, and had their beaks and claws, but when they reached their majority the sheer awesomeness of their abilities would be obvious. According to Viatoris, if they were two years older, they could flame teleport like a phoenix, and carry immense burdens. When fully grown, Aslan would be able to ride Sirius around on his back like it was nothing.

They could spit fire in puffs. No continuous streams, like a dragon, but short bursts. They would, of course, be capable of flight. Their wingspans would be enormous when mature.

Unfortunately they had none of those gifts right now, and the group would have to travel by foot. Aslan and Nala padded out the front door when it was opened for them, and the group took the first step towards their destination.

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Days crawled by like a snail upon the sidewalk of time, and blurred together into weeks. Grace was hungry, and tired, and homesick beyond belief. Since her escape attempt, she had been deemed dangerous by her captor. He told her to her face the day after that she would have been treated decently enough had she not pulled the little trick she did.

As it were, she received just enough food to survive. A thin gruel that tasted like paste in the mornings, and in the evenings she received a piece of fruit and a small roll. Her belly ached with hunger, her dress already starting to loosen on her frame.

But greater still were the aches in her body. Since she was now a danger her host decided the best way to keep her mellow was to keep her downtrodden. So every few days he came to her cell, flipped her over his knee, and spanked her like an errant child until she howled for mercy. His hand bruised her terribly, and she had already begun to beg him when he came in, apologizing for her escape attempt and assuring him she would not do it again.

If he followed the pattern he had been going for the last couple weeks, today she would feel his hand. She reached around to rub at her aching hips. The room was cold, and she had not received any change of clothing. The dress she had worn to the Halloween ball was in tatters on her body, and she longed for the pajamas her father had bought for her. She missed her father. She missed her brother. She missed poor little Nala, who wouldn’t understand why her Mistress wasn’t around.

The door handle clicked, and Grace stood from the bed, backing herself into a corner in an attempt to hide herself. A head poked carefully around the corner, and Grace caught sight of the young man that had brought her down to the room the first night. She stayed coiled like a spring, her weak muscles trembling from the effort.

“Hello.” The young man said, coming into the room and closing the door.

“Wh-what…do you want…?” Grace asked, her voice soft and tremulous.

“I came to check on you. I must be frank…you look terrible.” He said, pity obvious in his dark brown eyes. He spoke with a soft accent, unfamiliar to Grace. Perhaps Russian?

She frowned. “Well…I’ve b-been tortured and st-st-starved.” She stuttered.

“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.” He said, nervously shuffling his feet.

“Help m-me escape.” She whispered. He looked away.

“I cannot. My brother holds too much power.” He said in reply. Grace’s whole body jerked in surprise.

“Your brother? The one who owns this place is your brother?” she asked. The young man’s face snapped towards her, his eyes suddenly lighting up red in fury.

“He does not own this place!” he hissed, and Grace cried out in terror and shielded her face. The young man made a noise of concern. “I’m…I’m sorry…I just lost…lost my temper. He…it’s a long story. This house is mine, but he wrested control of the clan from me. The clan members set up the wards, and so he was made master of the wards, even though the building is mine.” He clarified.

Grace didn’t reply, but sank to her bottom in the corner, curling up into a ball to reduce the amount of herself that was visible.

“You know…I hav- had a daughter who was not too much older than you. She was set to marry someone in another clan by my brother, her uncle, but she ran away before the bond could be completed. I would not have forged such a bond between a lesser clan, but Afanasi felt it would bring us power.” The young man said.

Grace peeked out from behind her hands, her face drawn up seriously.

“You d-don’t look old en-enough to have a d-daughter marrying age…” she said softly. The young man smiled at her, showing sharp white teeth.

“I’m over three hundred years old, child. But I was only twenty-five when I was Turned.” He replied. Grace suddenly gasped.

“Is your daughter’s name Stasja?” she asked. Those dark brown eyes swirled slightly, turning a deep muddy mix of brown and red.

“Yes.”

“She’s not dead!” Grace yelped. In a flash he was on her, kneeling over her, his eyes ablaze.

“Where is she? My son tells me that his spies saw the damage in her room, but were unable to recover the body. They said there was no way she could have survived with so much blood gone.” He said desperately. Grace was shuddering violently.

“She-she had a one-off n-night with Severus Snape….had…had…had his s-s-son.” She choked. The young man’s eyes widened. “L-left the b-boy with Sn-Snape….said they were g-going to kill h-her. He w-went after her and s-saved her life.” She finished.

He let go of her, and sat back, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I must go for now. Know this: you have given me back something irreplaceable. My daughter was the world to me. I cannot do it now, but I will get you out of here.” He said vehemently, reaching out and placing his hand gently on her arm. She flinched and whimpered, so he merely patted her gently and drew back, leaving the room swiftly.

Grace let out a shuddering sob as the door closed, relaxing slightly as she forced her muscles to uncoil.

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Tom sat cross-legged in front of the terrarium, animatedly talking to the basilisk hatchling and munching on a large try of snacks. On his other side a small platter of rare meat sat, and ever so often he would drop a piece into the cage. The basilisk would let a drop of venom drip onto the meat, immediately starting to dissolve it before it would open its mouth and swallow it.

I love to play the piano. It just…comes naturally to me. I can hear the melodies. I just…get it. I was taught to read music by Mrs. Trent at the orphanage. She volunteered ever so often and helped with us. She was really good at the piano. She only taught me the basics, and was amazed when I picked it up like it was second nature.

The basilisk made a small noise of content.

I decided what I would like to name you, if you like it. I think I would like to name you Alphard. It’s a star in the constellation Hydra.

The basilisk tilted its head, and opened its mouth.

Good.

Tom blinked in surprise. This was the first word the basilisk had said in return.

You like that name? Tom asked, and the basilisk nodded. Very good, Alphard. Ooh! I think I’ll tell you about how I met Sirius. I was playing along the edge of the Valley of Fear…

Tom kept on speaking, still occasionally throwing bits of meat to Alphard. He stayed like this for hours, until he realized during one story that the little serpent was asleep. Well…he said little, but the snake was growing incredibly quickly. In only a few short weeks Alphard was the length of Tom’s leg, and was gaining width and ropey serpentine muscle quickly.

The door to the room opened as Tom stood from his position on the floor, stretching his legs to make the blood circulate again. His watcher entered the room, looking excited, which was rather creepy for Tom.

“Little Master…we have a surprise for you.” He said. Tom was still freaked out a bit, but was now curious.

“Is it as surprising as waking up to find a basilisk in my room?” he asked. The man smiled.

“I’m glad you like your new familiar. But this surprise is even better. Master…it’s to die for.”

Tom’s eyebrows furrowed, and he swallowed hard as the man moved into his room and ushered him towards the door, taking his wrist firmly and pulling him along.

He had a bad feeling about this…

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