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Diamond in the Rough	By : tsorg Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 78873 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She was on maternity leave from her job at the ministry though still providing research to Professor Snape. However, it had become remarkably uncomfortable to be in his home when both he and Pansy were there. The sniping and fighting was still in full swing even after three and half months of marriage. Hermione was almost hit by a flying vase just last week as she had stepped from the fireplace into the professor�s study. Lucius put his foot down and told both Severus and Hermione she would do all research at the Malfoy library for the remainder of her pregnancy.

Ohhh, she was achy today, she rubbed the palm of her hands against her lower back. This whole pregnancy gig was getting quite tiresome. She was thirty-six weeks and counting. The baby kept pushing and kicking as if trying to purchase more room when there was no more room to give. She was convinced she was being pushed and kicked in areas within her body that were not meant to be pushed and kicked. It bloody well hurt at times. She felt ungainly and had to pee all the time. Her libido had shot through the roof but sex itself was beginning to become quite uncomfortable. Lucius, Goddess love him, was extremely creative in accommodating her. As unattractive as she felt about herself right now when she was with him he made her feel absolutely beautiful.
She smirked as she thought of their most recent sex play. She was the headmistress of an exclusive magical school and he was her ill-tempered, snarky Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who needed from time to time, strict corrections from her to ensure he met her excruciatingly high standards. It always amused Hermione to watch Lucius try to be subservient, he failed so miserably at it but she did have to give him an O for at least attempting to make an effort.

She had laid out the Snape-like, many buttoned, black frock coat, trousers and long black robes on his bed. A note on the top of the clothing simply stated that the Headmistress wanted a word with Professor Malfoy.

She waited for him in the library, in full headmistress attire, austere black robes and a pair of half-mooned spectacles perched upon her small nose. She sat at the massive dark oak desk, her fingers laced together on top of her desk.

A tap sounded at the library door and Hermione called out, �Enter.�

Merlin help her, he was delicious in the buttoned up robes, his hair streaming over his shoulders in luscious platinum waves. She wanted to jump across the desk and have her way with him. �Down girl,� she told herself. She was supposed to be in her "role" right now.

�You wished to see me, Headmistress?� He drawled and smirked at her as he moved to sit down in a chair placed in front of her desk.

�Yes, Professor Malfoy, I certainly did wish to speak with you.� She tipped down her spectacles and looked over the silver rims at him. She said nothing, just gazed at him wanting him to squirm just a little.

�If you need me to come back later�� He began to rise from his chair.

�No, sit down, Professor.� She admonished him.

He leaned back in the chair and crossed his long muscled legs at the ankles. Oh Merlin, even his boots had buttons; she squirmed a little in her chair. Then remembered she was supposed to be making him squirm.

She cleared her throat, �It has recently come to my attention that you�ve been employing corporal punishment as a means of disciplinary action, Professor Malfoy.�

�Indeed.� He smirked; not at all embarrassed this had been brought to her attention.

�You know very well Professor Malfoy; I do not condone corporal punishment of students.�

�The bylaws of this school clearly state, Headmistress that I�m allowed whatever means necessary to control my classroom,� his tone almost bored as he picked lint off the sleeve of his robes.

Slightly irritated by his cavalier manner she snapped, �Those bylaws are hundreds of years old, Professor and you well know corporal punishment hasn�t been used in this school within the last half a century. This is quite a serious matter. I�ll have you know I received an owl from the girl�s parents threatening to call for a school review with the school board of directors.�

�So let them review the evidence, their finding will clearly show I used perfectly sound judgment in dealing with this student.� He shrugged in an offhand manner.

�Oh really, perfectly sound judgment, Professor? I think not.� She finally had reason to smirk back at him.

�What do you mean, Headmistress?� Professor Malfoy began to look a little nervous.

�You bared her bottom for punishment then decided it would be enjoyable to pursue other attentions with the young lady.�

Professor Malfoy shot to his feet, �Now, see here.�

�Sit down. A quick little Legilimens made everything perfectly clear to me, Professor. This is how we will deal with this situation. You will submit to me for your own disciplinary action in lieu of the board ever getting wind of this potential debacle. The girl�s parents have agreed they will not submit a complaint to the school board were you to take private action by me for this incident.�

�I most certainly will not,� he huffed out.

�Oh yes you will if you want to keep your job! Now be a good lad, unfasten those britches and bend over my desk.� She rose from her chair and began to walk around the desk.

�Not on the bare, Headmistress.� He took several steps away from the desk.

�Oh, most definitely on the bare, Professor. Move it.�

�Perhaps we could discuss this further��

�I had intended to give you six with the cane but because you aren�t over my desk as yet, the number is now up to twelve. Would you care for a higher number?� She crossed her arms over her chest and leveled a glare at him over the rim of her spectacles.

�No, Headmistress.� Lucius reluctantly began unfastening his trousers. Though it was hardly reluctance he was feeling given, he had begun to harden in an anticipation of his punishment.

�Over you go then.� She smiled as that lovely hard chiseled muscled bottom jutted up in perfect position over her desk. She picked up the rattan cane she had placed on top of the desk.
She ran her hand over the white globes then reached between his legs and found him thick and quite hard. She grasped his hard cock in one hand, enjoying the feel of him hardening further within in her hand. With her other hand she lifted the cane up and brought it down soundly across his bottom.

Lucius jerked against the desk. He growled as pain radiated from his bottom then throughout his body. She watched in fascination as a pink weal formed across his bottom.
Hermione began to stroke his hard, pulsing length while drawing the cane down again and again across his hot tender nates until ten pink welts lined his bottom. The plumy tip of his cock was weeping profusely now. She could see Lucius� eyes were closed tight, a bead of sweat formed across his brow but he had a small crooked smile upon his face. He shivered violently as if he reveled in the pain. She was positive he did revel in the pain, she smirked to herself.
She stepped away from him, �You will count these last two stripes, Professor.�

He gave a little groan of protest as she let go of him.

She brought the cane down right at his sit spot.

�One.� Lucius hissed out as he ground himself against the desk.

She slapped the cane down once more, right across the top of his bottom.

�Two.� Lucius stood up from the desk, his cock purple with need. He pulled her towards him, lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the desk. His mouth locked onto hers while he pulled up her robes, found her sans knickers and dripping with desire. �You little minx.� He whispered in a low silky voice as he pushed into her wet heat.
There was nothing but the slide of his body inside hers, the warmth of his skin against hers, the sound and feel of his breath hot against her ear. It felt so right, so perfect. It wouldn�t take long. Goddess, his buttoned boots alone were enough to cause liquid desire to trail down her leg. She could feel her climax build and peak, sending her higher and harder over the edge. She fell into bliss, clenching and spasming hard around him. She heard him groan out her name then he shuddered hard inside of her.

He kept his weight on his forearms, mindful of not putting too much weight against her. He lowered his head to kiss her. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, the end of her nose then he gathered her close against him. �I love you, Poppet.�

�I love you, Lucius.� She whispered against his chest. Her hands ran down his back then over his welted bottom. �Oh, Lucius, your poor bum. Let me put a healing ointment on you.� She began to push off the desk.

�Poppet, don�t be absurd, I�m fine.� He wanted to enjoy every little sting she had applied across his ass. The feel of his wool trousers chafing against his heated backside would provide delicious little aches throughout the day. He�d be damned if he�d let her heal him anytime soon, the silly girl, erotic punishments always led to such delectably tender after affects.

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She walked around the light and airy nursery newly completed. She ran her hand over the baby blanket in the crib and picked up a stuffed white unicorn with a silver horn.

Lucius watched her from the doorway. Hermione was nesting and he was rather tickled by it, he took great pleasure in watching her last minute touches to the nursery. She refolded baby clothes, rearranged the stuffed animals to just her satisfaction. She hummed softly and smiled when she picked up the stuffed dragon Draco had given her a few weeks ago. Lucius saw her smile fade and she tensed. She reached out towards the dresser, wrapped an arm around her midriff and grimaced.

Lucius rushed forward towards her. �Poppet, what�s wrong?�
Hermione gasped, speaking through gritted teeth, �I think, I mean I�m not sure but I think it�s started.�

He froze. �What do you mean it started?�

She panted then gave him a rueful little smile, �This cramping has been happening throughout the day and has only just started to become a little more intense.�

�All day long and you didn�t think to tell me?� He look incredously at her as storm clouds began to form across his brow.

As the pain eased, she stood up, her face was flushed, �Now Lucius, I thought it might have been false labour pains but these last couple of cramps were really strong.�

�Don�t you, now Lucius me. Hermione Jean Granger Malfoy, I could cheerfully beat you right now.� Lucius was practically steaming, concern and worry etched across his face.

She noticed the brief flash of panic in his eyes. �I think, my love, the beating will have to wait until after the baby is born, I�m rather preoccupied at the moment.� She wrapped one arm across her large belly and began making her way towards the doorway.

�Oh for Goddess sake!� Lucius exclaimed. He strode over to her, scooped her up and quickly Apparated them to their bedroom. He gently placed Hermione on the bed.

�Don�t you move from that bed.� He waggled his finger at her as he rushed out of the bedroom into his walk-in closet to pull the readied overnight leather tote bag in hand.

Hermione snorted, as if she was going anywhere. She smiled affectionately; the arrogant arse probably thought he would dictate how her labour would proceed. She smiled to herself as she got the mental image of Lucius issuing out orders to their unborn child in how he or she would be born. She leaned forward groaning as another contraction hit.

�Poppet?�

�It hurts.� Hermione groaned.

Lucius strode over to the bed, scooped up his wife then Apparated them to St. Mungo�s. He pushed through the doors with Hermione in his arms and called for a nurse. Both a healer and several nurses rushed up to meet them. Lucius gave their name to one of the nurses and then turned to the healer. �She�s gone into labour.�

The healer looked at Hermione, �When was your last contraction?�

Hermione was too busy panting to respond.

�Just a moment before we arrived.� Lucius answered for her.

�That�s pretty close.� The healer�s eyebrows rose.

�Is that bad?� Lucius asked anxiously.

�No, not bad, Mr. Malfoy, just fast.� The healer reassured him. �Let�s lay her on this gurney and get her to the labour and delivery ward.�

The nurse leaned over Hermione, �Do you have a backache, dear? Any other cramping occurring?�

Hermione shook her head and collapsed onto the gurney. Within minutes, the Malfoys were situated in one of the labour and delivery rooms and Hermione was transferred to a bed. The nurse helped her remove her clothing and Lucius wrapped her tenderly into a medical gown, resituating Hermione on the bed.

Hermione groaned as another contraction hit. Lucius watched her belly harden and her body stiffen. The healer frowned, �I�m going to take a quick look and see how far along you are.� He snapped on his gloves and moved to the end of Hermione�s bed.

Feeling somewhat useless, Lucius stood at the head of the bed and laid his hand on Hermione�s shoulder, squeezing gently. He watched the healer check Hermione�s cervix.

�Mrs. Malfoy, you�re almost fully dilated. This baby wants to make an appearance immediately. I�m afraid because you are so far along I won�t be able to give you any pain relief.�

Hermione growled low in her throat as another contraction hit. This time she clutched Lucius� hand and clung on for dear life.

The healer and nurse situated the stirrups and moved Hermione into place. The healer locked his gaze with her to ensure he had her attention. �Mrs. Malfoy, this is going to go quite quickly. I need you to follow my directions and push when I tell you its okay to push. In a few minutes that�s all you will feel like doing and I need you to wait until I tell you it is okay.�

Hermione smiled a little crookedly. Lucius caught the smile and smirked down at her, �What is it Poppet?�

�Somehow, I thought you would be the one issuing out orders.� She hissed out as another contraction hit.

He smiled down at her and pushed the damp hair off her forehead. Hermione�s face screwed up with pain and she clutched his hand again as another contraction hit.

The healer looked up at Hermione �I want you to push now Mrs. Malfoy, the baby is beginning to crown. Give me all you�ve got.�

Hermione strained upward. Lucius moved closer, his arms sliding around her shoulders to support her, wanting desperately to take some of the pain for her or help her in any way he could.

Hermione�s eyes widened suddenly and she let out a small gasp.

A thin high wail sounded throughout the room.

�Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, you have a beautiful little girl.

Hermione suddenly found herself holding a very small white wailing bundle in her arms. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she took in the tiny, wrinkled little face. �Is she okay?� Hermione asked.

�She�s perfect, everything looks wonderful.� The healer said as he began to clean Hermione up.

Platinum hair matted her skull, her tiny face screwed up as if in outrage. She seemed to be crying her objection to the rude awakening she�d just received.

�She�s beautiful,� Lucius, said his voice rough. �She looks just like you.� Lucius leaned over Hermione�s shoulder to take in this tiny new person.

Hermione laughed. Tears streamed down her face. She ran a fingertip gently down her daughter�s cheek. �With that hair and those silvery eyes? She looks like a Malfoy.�

Both the healer and nurse quietly left the room to let the new parents become acquainted with their daughter.

�Nonsense, she�s clearly a little firecracker. Just listen to her.� Lucius used the heel of his hand to wipe at his eyes. He had just witnessed a miracle. He hadn�t been able to see his son be born. He wish he had because a miracle was the only way he could describe seeing the birth of his child. Today for him was now one of the most privileged and precious moments of his life. His gaze turned towards Hermione, his lovely little poppet who had given him the most wonderful gift possible.

�How are you, Poppet?� He pressed his lips to her forehead.

Hermione looked tenderly up at Lucius and wiped his tear-stained cheeks with her hand. �I�m fine, my love. I want you to hold your daughter.�

Lucius gently took the howling little one into his arms. As soon as she was nestled in the crook of his arm, she immediately stopped crying.

�Oh my, I think we have a Daddy�s girl.� Hermione half chuckled and half sobbed as her heart clenched and warmed at the sight of her two beloveds.

Emotion choked his throat as he gazed down at his little girl. He smiled as he took in the platinum coloured hair; it had begun to wave as it dried. The newest little Malfoy had his colouring and Hermione�s sweet face.
�I�d like to name her Margarita if it�s all right with you, Hermione. It means��

�Pearl, I know, I couldn�t think of a more perfect description of our daughter.�

Holding Margarita tightly to his chest, he leaned down and kissed Hermione gently, almost reverently. The gods and goddesses had well and truly blessed him. �I love you, Poppet,� his voice low and a little husky.

�I love you too.� She whispered up at him.

He held the babe in one arm, reached out for Hermione�s hand and brought their clasped hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to her wrist.

Hermione gave him a brilliant smile, �Life would be an awfully big adventure,� she thought.

Fin

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Wow, I had difficulty finishing this last chapter! I want to thank all of you for your wonderful reviews. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Epilogue to follow shortly!

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