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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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“Now is that any way to speak to your daughter?”

Lucius immediately closed off all facial expression, and regarded the girl in front of him with cool indifference.

“I do not have a daughter. I have one child, and that is my son, Draco.” He said. She grinned at him, showing a mouthful of even white teeth.

“Think again, lover boy.” She said, and then had the audacity to wink at him!

“And just how did you come to the conclusion that you are in any way, shape or form related to me?” he ground out, his patience waning quickly in the face of this disrespectful little chit.

“My mother told me.” She answered crossing her arms over her chest and daring him to mock her answer. He obliged.

“Oh, well, pardon me for even thinking of contradicting what your mother told you!” he barked out with a harsh laugh. The girl frowned.

“I think there’s a question you should be asking.”

Lucius cleared his face of expression again, and stared at the girl in front of him.

“Very well. Who is your mother?” he asked. She gave him a black-lipped smile, and reached to the back of her neck as if to unclasp a necklace. She pulled a fine silver chain from around her neck, and a pendant emerged from the cleavage of her shirt. She held the pendant out to him.

Still very aware this could all be a fancy ruse, Lucius drew his wand and cast several diagnostic spells at the pendant while the girl stood patiently. It was a simple silver pendant. He reached out and took the pendant from her, and nearly dropped it when he looked at it.

It was a flat medallion base with a crescent moon etched into the edges, its points straight up and the tips touching to create the outside of the circle. Inside, a five point star stood in the center of the crescent moon, with a stylized ‘C’ engraved into the star’s center.

“Where did you get this?” he asked after several moments.

“My mother gave it to me.” She replied. Lucius struck out suddenly, grabbing her by the front of her vest and yanking her face to face with him.

“Where did you get this medallion?” he practically snarled. She jerked herself out of his grasp, ripping a button from her vest in the process.

“Don’t you dare get physical with me! I told you the truth. My mother gave me that medallion just before I left.” She snarled back.

“But that would mean-”

“That my mother is Celeste van der Pole.” The girl finished. He looked away from her, and back down at the medallion in her hand.

“I gave this to her. She was-”

“-Your favorite. Your favorite little side dish.” The girl said, her lips pulling up in a sneer. Lucius looked up at her.

“It wasn’t like that.” He said. “Marriages in the pureblood world are rarely friendship matches, and mine was no different. So long as Narcissa and I produced the required heir, we could see whoever we wanted on the side. I had never really taken a steady interest in anyone until Celeste. But then she just disappeared….” And he paused, and looked up at the girl standing in front of him. “She was pregnant, wasn’t she?”

And the girl smiled. “Not quite. Your dear old dad found out she was pregnant with me, and told her in no uncertain terms to either get rid of me, or get away from you. Draco was already here as the legitimate heir to the Malfoy dynasty and I would just be an illegitimate bastard that the Malfoy family couldn’t handle the bad publicity off of.”

“Who are you?” Lucius asked, his voice sounding strained with this information.

“Elizabeth Grace Malfoy. But I go by Grace.” She said. Lucius looked up, his fine blond brows furrowed.

“She gave you my surname? How could she, when I never gave her permission to?”

“In America they really don’t give a flying frig who the father is. She signed your name to my birth certificate, which is registered in the United States.” She said.

There was several moments of silence, before Lucius straightened up and looked down his nose at the girl in front of him.

“That was a very entertaining story, but that still doesn’t prove you’re truly related to me.” He said haughtily. Grace shrugged.

“Then brew a Filial Potion. I’ll be glad to submit the required three drops of blood.” She told him, before flashing another white smile. He looked flustered.

“I’m not…very good with Potions. But I have an excellent contact who is. So you will wait there, you deceitful little urchin, and if I find fingerprints on anything in this room I will personally break all of your fingers.” He said imperiously, before whirling around and nearly stomping out of the room. Grace sneered at his retreating back.

“I got a fingerprint for ya…” she mumbled, before giving him a one-fingered salute.

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Ten minutes later, Severus Snape was being entertained with the best story he’d heard in years. He looked between Lucius and Grace several times, before a snort finally escaped him. Lucius looked at him quizzically, and the expression on his friend’s face made Severus actually put his hand up to his face to cover a laugh.

“Severus? I don’t find this funny!” Lucius snapped. But by this time Severus was laughing so hard he couldn’t speak.

Grace stood back, watching the exchange. She hadn’t gotten a good feel off this guy when he had first come in. He was very serious. And pale. But as he’d walked by her, she’d smelled herbs and smoke. He smelled of a Potions lab, pure and simple.

“Can you brew the damn potion or not?” Lucius appeared to be pouting, now – well, as much as he allowed himself to pout, anyway.

Severus finally got himself under control. “It’s not…it’s not a matter of can I. You know as well as I that I know at least twelve different ways to kill you using ingredients I could get out of your back yard, and three ways to make sure there’s not a body to find. Don’t insult my abilities, Lucius. I was merely…shocked.” Severus said, but a small smile didn’t leave his face. “Do you have any Potions ingredients in stock, Lucius?”

“Why yes, let me just go down to my fully stocked lab and I’ll get you anything you need- of course I don’t have any ingredients in stock, you great flapping bat!” Lucius snapped.

“That’s not a nice way to speak to your friends.” Grace supplied. Lucius glared at her. Severus merely looked between the two again, ignoring Lucius’ outburst.

“It’s uncanny.” He said, and two sets of silver eyes became focused on him. “Lucius, I’ll brew your potion, but I don’t think it’s necessary. She could be your little female twin.” He said, his thin lips curling up into laughter again.

“How do I know it’s not some altered Polyjuice or something?” Lucius groused, suddenly examining his perfectly manicured hands. Severus blinked.

“First of all - no. Second of all - no. Third of all, stop thinking or you are going to hurt yourself.” Severus said, and Grace snickered.

“I like your friend. He’s delightfully sarcastic.” Grace said, winking at the Potions Master. Severus blinked at her, taken a little off guard at her forwardness.

“I’ll be back in two hours with the potion. It’s not hard to make.” Severus said, before walking out of the sitting room towards Lucius’ study, where the closest Floo point was. Not every fireplace in the Manor was hooked to the Floo system, because not only would that have been hard to regulate with the Ministry, but it was also that many entrance points into the house that neither Lucius nor any of his family before him wanted to deal with.

“Would you like to play cards while we wait?” Grace offered, reaching into her pocket and pulling a deck of cards from what seemed like nowhere. There certainly didn’t appear to be an extra room in those pants. If she was his daughter, he’d have to talk to her about her choice of attire.

“No. Play with yourself.” He snarked at her. She raised an eyebrow.

“As my father it’s usually your job to discourage that kind of behavior.” She said cheekily. Lucius didn’t understand her meaning for all of two seconds, and when he caught what she had said, his pale face colored and he actually sputtered a bit.

“What a filthy mouth! If you are my daughter, I will make sure to thrash that filthy tongue off of you.” He frowned. She just looked at him, tilting her head forward slightly and giving him an intense stare. Draco had never really been able to use the Malfoy glare, but she seemed to have picked it up naturally. The last time he’d been on the receiving end of a silver gaze like that had been his own father.

“Mother told me you’d be likely as unyielding and stuffy as you were when she left. Probably worse.” Grace said. Lucius took that opening for the next big question that had been building up.

“You speak of Celeste as if she is alive. If she is, why are you here?” he inquired. She looked away from him then, her painted black lips thinning angrily.

“She got married a few years ago. I don’t like Neil. He just, ah….rubs me the wrong way, ya know?” she said, hitching up one shoulder in a shrug. “He doesn’t like me because I’m not his kid, and mother is too attached to his dick to care one flip about me. She says she can’t stand my attitude anymore. Says I’m too much like you. I basically got an ultimatum – I could either live by their rules or I could go find you. Mom didn’t even look surprised when I said I’d rather live here.” She finished.

“No.” Lucius said immediately, and both of Grace’s eyebrows hit her hairline.

“What?” she asked.

“No. You can go home. I haven’t the time or inclination to take in another child, even if you are my daughter.” He told her. And then she laughed.

“You think if you tell me no I’m going to go home? That’s a laugh!” she snickered. “Neil hates the fact that I exist. I will not go back to be his whipping girl. He’s an ass-hole and mom’s his witless accomplice.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Besides…I’ve done a bit of research on you, Lucius Malfoy. You’re not in too hot a position with the public since your little War ended.”

He sneered at her, giving her a taste of a fully matured Malfoy glare. “And what does that have to do with the price of broomsticks in China?” he snapped.

“You wanted to turn over a new leaf, right? Well here I am. Embracing a daughter you didn’t know you had in her quest to learn of her father and her own bloodlines. A young, impressionable American witch yearning to learn of her mother country and the origins of her rich magical history.” She laid it out like a headline, emphasizing with her hands. “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours, dearest Popsicle. I need a place to stay: you need positive publicity. Hows about two Malfoys take this dumpy little world by storm, eh?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, considering the merit of her words. Would it even work? In theory it sounded good, but so did Communism. The reality of it could be much too messy. There were too many variables for him to work out immediately.

“You would not have free reign in this world. If I took you in, it would be as my daughter, as my ward. I would have control over you until the day of your marriage, as is traditional in the Pureblood circles. You would be trained as a lady of society so that you may one day be presented as a bride to someone in the upper echelons of this culture.” He said. She looked at him as if he’d suddenly decided to wear his hair in pigtails.

“What the hell kind of society is over here? Buddha on a broomstick, it is 2003, not 1803. ‘Lady of Society?’ I am not a Barbie doll for you to dress up and show off. I am not a perfect little debutante and I won’t do parlor tricks for you or any of your friends!” she ground out. “I will accept you as my father and a figure of authority in my life. You can’t be worse than Neil.” She continued, and he narrowed his eyes at her again.

“You would become a part of my level of society whether you liked it or not. If I claimed you publically there would be many who wanted to meet you, and would probably extend invitations to parties and dinners that I haven’t received in years. And if that happened I would not have some ill-mannered Yank accompany me with elbows on the table eating the roast beef with the salad fork.” He returned evenly.

She regarded him coolly. “All right, I see the merit in that. But I do know the difference between forks. Thanks, though, for insulting my intelligence. The salad fork has longer tines to- anyway, I understand where you’re going with that. Parties are cool. Oppression of the females, however, is not cool, and will get your entire world turned upside down very quickly.

Perhaps I should rephrase my offer: Either we help each other as I mentioned, or I will go to the nearest cheap tabloid and I will sell my sob-story as the shunted aside daughter of Lucius Malfoy who just wanted to get to know her daddy. If I squeeze out a few tears I can have what’s left of your little world torn down around you quite quickly.” She hissed.

And then they stared each other down. Lucius could see he wasn’t ever going to get a perfect society daughter, and Grace could see chiffon and lace in her future. Dressing up for parties didn’t sound too bad, but she knew the reality of it was probably mind numbingly boring.

Finally Lucius spoke. “You have the makings of a fine Slytherin. I could use the boost in public relations your presence would afford me, and you need my protection. You refuse to become a lady of society but you acceded to the fact that you will need to be able to navigate around the rules, at least. If the test proves you really are my daughter, I will contact my solicitors to file for custody of you. If your story is true it shouldn’t be hard to get.

You will obey me, here. I will not use you as a ‘whipping girl,’ but neither will I tolerate disrespect or outright disobedience. I am the Master of this place, not you.” He said, standing straight and looking down his nose at her. “I am swift with punishment if you lie or disobey.” He said.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Damn it, the stuffy sod! She needed him more than he needed her, and he knew it. She didn’t like the sound of his rules, but it sure as hell beat Neil’s ‘It’s always your fault go get the belt’ way of thinking. At least if she got punished here it would be for actually doing something…

“Fine. I guess we wait for the Dark Knight to return.” She said, now a bit nervous about being in her father’s presence.

“Dark knight? Severus is Dark, but he’s far from a knight. And yes, we wait for him to bring the Filial Potion.” He said. “But first, I missed lunch and I am hungry. Join me if you want to.”

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When Severus arrived it was to Lucius sitting in one chair, reading the Daily Propet’s Business section, while the girl was playing Solitaire on one of the side tables.

He brought the bubbling glass container forward, and the two looked up from their respective places. They stood without words, and Severus held out the silver knife that they’d need to provide the drops of blood.

“You may go first, girl, so that there’s no funny business involved.” Lucius said. Grace rolled her eyes, and picked up the small, sharp knife. She pricked one of her fingers, and let three drops of ruby fluid drip into the acidic green potion. It hissed on contact, and the surface of the potion went still, as it was supposed to.

Lucius then received the knife, and after sanitizing it he pricked his own finger, letting the blood fall onto the potion as well.

After ten long seconds, the potion turned from acid green to a cheerful looking yellow. Severus looked up at his long-time friend.

“Congratulations. It’s a girl.”

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Oh Snape, you sarcastic bastard. We love you anyway. Come on, Snape-a-doodle-Dandy, give us a hug! *Dodges vial of acid* Hey! That is not very gentlemanly behavior young man. Go to your room! No Potions for a week!

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