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At First Glance	By : mysticxox Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18591 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Here's chapter 3! I'm going to post the first 4 chapters up and see how it goes from there.

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When the war was over, after supporting Ron and the Weasleys through their initial stage of grief at Fred's death, she turned her mind towards her own parents who were unaware of her existence ever since she sent them to another country. She had found Ron, Harry and Ginny in the Burrow's backyard, standing next to the grave they had put Fred in.

The tombstone was painted a bright scarlet, the same shade as the building Fred and George ran their joke shop in. The choice had been George's, who insisted that Fred would've hated the dull colour that Molly considered more appropriate and, as no one would know his wishes better than his twin, the rest of the family had agreed. Hermione always thought it was Fred's way of ensuring his family had a last laugh out of his antics and also a last act of rebellion against his mother, who he had always loved to wind up.

As Hermione approached the group, she saw there were tears in Ron's eyes and although she knew how much it hurt, at this moment she couldn't find it in herself to comfort him as she remembered her own family. "Could I talk to you guys about something?" she asked as they began to acknowledge her presence in their midst.

"Ah…yeah sure Hermione", Harry, always the perceptive one, said as he noted her pale, drawn face, "Anything wrong?"

Although she knew he had kind intentions, she found this question to be absurd. Was anything wrong? They had just gone through the turmoil of war at an age where they should have been enjoying their youth, they had lost friends and family and were still recovering from the shock…oh yes and in her case, she had seen a side of Lucius Malfoy that she loved and left her curious for more…but of course, she couldn't say any of this to the concerned face of her friend.

Ron was still staring blankly at Fred's grave, etching the words on his gravestone to memory, "Here Lies Fred Weasley (who never appreciated the annoyingly long name his parents gave him), a great son, brother (the best looking of the lot) and friend. You will always be missed and remembered by those you left behind". The stone had been carved with George's insightful ideas and Hermione had to admit, it captured the Weasley Twins humour perfectly. "I…I'm leaving tomorrow. I need to find my parents and change back their memories", she choked on a sob as she finished and felt Ron shift, automatically putting his arm around her shoulder in response.

"Of course Hermione", Harry nodded in understanding, "Do you…" he hesitated, looking first at Ginny and then Ron, "Do you want us to come with you". Hermione noticed Ginny's hand, which was clasped over Harry's, tighten as he uttered these words and she knew that Ginny wanted Harry to remain in the safety and comfort offered by the Burrow.

"No Harry. Thanks for the offer but…this is something I have to do by myself". He nodded again before giving her a small smile, "Everything will go back to normal soon Hermione" and Hermione smiled back, all the while knowing this was a lie. Nothing had been normal since her first year of Hogwarts and after her encounter with Lucius, she knew nothing would ever be normal again.

She had set off the next day with Molly's pleads to stay with them still ringing in her ears. "We're your family too!", Molly had protested once her intentions to visit Australia and reinstate her parent's memories had been announced to the whole family, "And Fred…dear Fred's only just been put into the ground…and you're running off!" Hermione's quick temper had come to the fore but before she could utter sharp words she would later regret, she felt George Weasley place an arm on her shoulder-a show of silent support.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself that Molly was still mourning the loss of Fred, it had only been a month since she lost her son, before calmly saying, "Mrs Weasley, I know you're family and I've been so thankful for all your support but I…I need to see my parents. I need to know if they'll forgive me for my actions and the longer I take, the harder it gets".

She tried to control her strong emotions as she continued, "I don't want them to live the rest of their lives without knowing they have a daughter. I need them to remember…" she trailed off, crying as George pulled her in for a hug. She hugged him back, knowing how much grief and pain he must be going through while being grateful for his supportive stance. Molly had tears in her eyes by the time Hermione managed to beat back her tears and she had silently left the room. That was last night.

This morning, Hermione had planned to slip away early before the household was awake but as she had carried her small bag, into which she had packed her essential clothes and other items, downstairs she saw the entire family was waiting. "You weren't planning on leaving without a goodbye were ya?" George's teasing tone brought a smile to her face as Harry and Ron gave her a hug. Arthur had wished her luck and Ginny had told her to "hurry back". Just as she was about to step out the door, Molly ran in from the kitchen, carrying a bag of her irresistible homemade brownies.

"Something to keep your strength up", she had said, smiling through her tears as Hermione thanked her and gave her a hug. "It's your birthday after all", Molly had whispered in her ear before she left, and Hermione had been grateful that she hadn't made a big deal of her 19th birthday. In her current emotional state, that might have just pushed her over the edge.

She had located her parent's sooner than she expected and had attempted to restore their memories while they slept. Unfortunately, Hermione had not done enough research to locate a counter curse before she had erased their memories and none of the normal memory recovery charms seemed to work. Dejected and desperate, Hermione had apparated back to Diagon Alley, hoping to find a book on the subject. Her initial search along the shelves of books didn't reveal anything so she asked the witch at the counter who sported bright purple hair that reminded her painfully of Tonks. "Do you have any books on how to reverse memory charms?" she asked, summoning up a smile.

The witch continued to chew her gum and gave Hermione a glare, "If it ain't on the shelf, we ain't got it", she snapped. "Well…thanks", Hermione said, itching to curse the witch with the nastiest spell she knew. Was her parents' condition not a concern to anyone but her? She settled on muttering, "Who hires people like her?" under her breath as she started to leave the shop.

A wheezing voice stopped her in her tracks. "Borgin and Burkes has it". She looked around and spotted a shrivelled old wizard crouched behind a shelf, beckoning to her with his gnarled hand.

"Are…were you talking to me?" she asked, unsure how to respond to his insistent gesturing.

"Come here. My voice doesn't carry as far as it used to", the wizard wheezed out, his blue pale blue eyes never leaving hers. Hermione walked up to him and gave him a questioning look. "I assume you're looking for a way to reverse a permanent memory charm?" Hermione gulped as the wizard peered up at her.

She had been in such a rush to ensure her parents' safety during the war that she had used the first 'strong-lasting' memory charm she could find. Had it been a permanent change? Reading some of her thoughts on her face, the old wizard said, "Don't fret. The name is misleading. It can be reversed." Hermione breathed out a sigh of relief and pushed her hair out of her eyes as she settled on the ground next to him. "So…did you say I could find a book on it in Borgin and Burkes". She shivered as she mentioned the name of the furniture shop in Nocturn Alley, an unsavoury place which stank of Dark Magic.

"Yes", the wizard nodded his head, "It's a dangerous place. Not somewhere I would ask a young lady to venture on her own but I am sure they will have it…it is Dark Magic after all". Hermione scarcely believed what she heard. "D…dark magic?" she asked, afraid of the answer.

The old man didn't appear to notice her suddenly pale face, "The death eaters used to use it in the last war as well…sometimes. If they wanted to be lenient on their victims. Especially the few pureblood families who opposed He Who Must Not Be Named. His followers cast this memory charm on them so they wouldn't have to be killed as they would not pose a threat to them…of course, some were not so lucky", the old wizard lapsed into silence as he recalled a time that had passed.

Hermione hated to interrupt him but the question had to be asked, "Were there any lasting effect on the victims of the spell?"

The old man shook his head, "No the victims that were recovered were fine. There was a book printed on how to reverse the charm but I believe the copies would have been destroyed as He Who Must Not Be Named rose to power again. If there is any left, Borgin and Burkes will have it".

Hermione thanked the wizard, deep in thought as she rose to leave. "I'm sorry you were affected by the Deatheaters rampage", the old man added as she began to walk away. It was then that it hit her. The old wizard had assumed her family had been attacked by Voldemort's followers and that they had cast the memory charm on them. He had thought she was trying to help her family by reversing the effect of the Dark spell-well she was trying to help, the only difference being, she had been the one to use dark magic.

"What does this mean", she wondered aloud to herself as she put her cloak over her head and turned into the alley along which Borgin and Burkes was situated. She had only ventured down this street once, in her sixth year when Harry had wanted to spy on Draco Malfoy but even then, she had been with her friends not alone. She heard cackling laughter from a side street as she hurried along, trying to blend in and failing to do so. She saw a few brothels, advertised by their employees parading around outside the building wearing things that Hermione could only describe as "disgusting".

There were also various dingy stores that reeked of forbidden magic and she was scared to find herself intrigued by the things they must sell here. A witch with wild, dark hair in ringlets around her thin face hissed at Hermione as she paused in front of a dimly lit store that had the smallest door she had ever seen. "Almost like a cat door", she thought to herself as she shrunk away from the lady and a moment later, the green eyes of the witch that had been hissing at her changed shape as she began to transform into a small black cat. The feline still looked as deadly as her human form and Hermione made a mental note not to stop until she had reached her destination, as the cat slunk in through the small door into the store.

A silver-tipped cane stopped her progress as she attempted to navigate the street and she looked up into the smirking face of Lucius Malfoy. Hermione felt herself being enveloped by his majestic presence and once again, felt that absurd sense of protection that came whenever she was near him. "Hermione?" Lucius asked, the complete authority behind his voice forcing her to look at him as his eyes traced every inch of her, as if committing it to memory. She felt herself blush under his scrutiny and could have kicked herself for it as Lucius' smirk grew wider. "What has brought you here? Looking for a job, perhaps?" At her questioning glance, he gave a nod towards one of the brothels around the corner.

Hermione felt her face burn from anger and humiliation and she was surprised at the venom in her voice as she said, "I have no reason to tell you my plans and I think you would be better suited to the profession". She saw Lucius' taken aback expression which was replaced in a flash by anger as he processed her words. She had to admit- Draco was faster with his comebacks. She allowed herself to smirk at him in satisfaction as she stepped around him and continued on her way. A moment later, she felt her arm being held in a firm grasp by a black, velvet glove. She didn't need to look up this time to recognise his touch. "Let me go", she whispered, feeling her knees weaken as his hand's warmth soaked through his glove and onto her cloaked arm.

This feeling of powerlessness confused Hermione, who had always prided her independence. The realisation that Lucius Malfoy was the cause of this powerlessness, absolutely terrified her.

"After you implied that I…"the barely repressed anger in Lucius' tone scared her but, as he pulled her into a dark, narrow alley off the side road, she felt that sense of security overcome her. Was she going crazy?

She felt her back hit the cold, brick wall and then felt Lucius' gloved hands on her shoulders as he pressed into her, his face millimetres from hers. When he spoke, his warm breath hit her face and she closed her eyes. "Let me tell you something Hermione, my power and social standing gives me the right to insult you as I see fit but if you EVER attempt to reciprocate again, you WILL face my wrath". A part of her mind noted that he was using her given name like she had requested. She gulped as he continued in a menacing whisper, "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!"

Despite her intention to disobey, her eyes flew open of their own accord and she found herself staring into Lucius' stormy grey ones, which were clouded with anger and agony. "I…I'm sorry", she whispered, although she had intended to read him the riot act about how the laws of 'social standing' had changed when Voldemort was destroyed for a second time. Lucius stared at her for a moment longer and she saw some unfamiliar emotion enter his eyes before he crushed his lips against hers in seemingly desperate passion.

She felt his hands move from her shoulders to her waist and felt herself encircled by his arms as he held her securely. His warm lips moved against hers and, as his arm slid underneath her cloak, she felt herself getting wet and wishing he would touch her skin. Even with the barrier of her cotton shirt between them however, his hands left a trail of fire over her body as they reached for one of her breasts and starting squeezing it. She moaned into the kiss and Lucius pulled away from her mouth, resting his forehead against hers and forcing his hands to still.

"Why", his hoarse voice shot right to her core and she had to make a conscious effort not to grind against him. "Why do you do that? Allow me to command you?" he asked, his hand leaving her waist to stroke her cheek with a finger as he waited for her answer.

Hermione looked at him, feeling his hand still covering her clothed breast and whispered, "I don't know. It feels…right.Why do you try to command me?" She adjusted her position against the wall, unintentionally pushing herself closer to him. His hand moved accordingly on her breast and her eyes went half-lidded as he rubbed his thumb over the already hard peak. His lips caressed hers again and she had almost forgotten her question when he responded against the shell of her ear, the feel of his breath making it hard for her to concentrate, "I don't know. It just feels right". He punctuated his words by trailing warm, wet kisses from the back of her ear to the nape of her neck, simultaneously squeezing her breasts, with both hands now.

She gasped and arched into his body and, in response, his hips grinded against hers and he gasped out at the strength of the sensation. "I shouldn't want you like this", his voice pierced into her cloud of desire and she nodded.

"I know. I'm a mudblood". She felt the loss like a knife being plunged into her, as his hands left her breasts and pinned her shoulders to the wall.

His anger was palpable as he glared at her, his eyes blazing in the darkened alley when he said, "NEVER call yourself that.Never", his anger subsided suddenly and his lips descended on hers again, leaving her breathless and confused. His lips moved down her collarbone and she groaned as he sucked on the spot where her neck and shoulders joined. "Lucius", she moaned and then tensed, as she realised what she had just called him.

She felt him chuckle as he nuzzled her neck and then pulled back, "I'm torturing us both", he whispered, as his hand pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ears. She shivered as she noticed where they were-in a cold, dark alley where anyone could walk in on them in the middle of-she gasped as she realised how much she wanted him. As if reading her mind, Lucius shook his head, his silky hair falling around his shoulders as he chuckled.

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, before breaking the connection. "I don't know what this is", he whispered in a broken voice, that still sounded charming to Hermione, "I thought…on the battlefield it was just the circumstances but now…" Hermione would have thought he was talking to himself if it weren't for his intense gaze on her face, seeking reassurance. She didn't know what was happening anymore than he did. All she was aware of was that she had to work hard not to think about him every moment of the day and when she saw him, the wave of desire she felt drowned out every other thought including, it seemed, their location and circumstances. "Is it a spell?" his innocent question made a laugh bubble out of her and, to her surprise, instead of being offended he gave her a small smile.

"I wish I knew…"she trailed off, unsure of what to call him. "I like it when you use my name", he stated, as if reading her mind and she gave him a suspicious look.

"How did you know what I was thinking about?"she asked, as he leaned away from the wall and adjusted his clothing which was hardly rumpled.

"That's what I mean! I don't know! It's these strange things…like I could feel that you were on the street before I saw you and I seem to know the things that worry you…and the compulsion to feel and taste you…to protect you…"he trailed off, realising he had said too much. "Uh…you should…fix your attire". To see the normally composed Lucius so flustered made her smile again, despite the uncertain situation they found themselves in. She fixed her cloak and searched the pockets until she found a hair tie to put her hair in. As she pushed herself off the wall, Lucius offered her his hand. "I should escort you. It's getting dark" he added as an afterthought to explain his actions. She smiled. The fear she felt when she first entered Nocturn Alley was gone and she knew it was because he was with her.

"That would be lovely", she said, hating to admit how relieved she was to not have him leave her so soon. As she took his hand the velvet glove rubbed against her skin and she pulled away abruptly. The feelings that material evoked in her when Lucius wore it was overpowering. Lucius looked at her in concern, a fact that she knew no one would believe if she told them. Lucius Malfoy cared about no one but his family, that was the common belief. "Um…"Hermione fretted, not knowing how to put her request into words without seeming rude.

"Tell me", Lucius was watching her patiently. Apparently his recently acquired mind-reading skills only told him when she was worried, not the exact cause.

"Could you…maybe…take your gloves off? The velvet…"she trailed off, hoping he wouldn't ask her to expand on her statement. Obviously, the magical world was against her as his next question was, "You don't like velvet?" "Ah…no it's not that. I just…don't think we'll ever leave this alley if I have to feel that against your skin", she said it all together, praying he hadn't understood her blabber but Lucius apparently had excellent listening skills because he smirked and said, "Of course", before proceeding to remove his gloves. Was it her imagination or did he sound amused?

"Just wait until I find something that makes you feel the same way", she muttered under her breath, annoyed. She felt his arm slip around her waist and found herself pulled close to his side as he looked down on her, his grey eyes going darker with lust. "Don't tempt me", he breathed before releasing her waist and firmly clasping her hand in his, as if afraid of losing her.

"I didn't ask. Where were you headed?" he asked her as they made their way out of the narrow alley and back onto the main road.

"To Borgin and Burkes", Hermione answered as she fixed her cloak securely over her head with her other hand. Although she doubted she would meet anyone she knew, it still wouldn't do any good for either of them if people began to question what her and Lucius were doing, walking hand in hand through Nocturn Alley.

Lucius was more preoccupied with her answer than impressions it seemed as he slowed his pace slightly and lowered his voice, "What do you seek from Borgin and Burkes?" Hermione bit her lip, trying to decide how much information to divulge.

For some mysterious reason, she felt safe in his presence but it wouldn't do to forget that he was a former death eater and, if the wizarding papers which she had been perusing ever since the war ended were right, had only been acquitted from serving time in Azkhaban because he had claimed ignorance of Voldemort's activity this time round (in fact, he had gone as far as to state that the ministry was holding his past endeavours against him) and bribing the judge to not set a trial. Lucius Malfoy was indeed a powerful and dangerous figure, a kind of Dark Lord in his own way. "Hermione?" he now questioned her, the characteristic authority entering his voice.

"I need a book", she answered, trying to avoid his curious glance. "A book on what exactly?" he persisted.

"Just a book, okay?" she snapped back in irritation before remembering that her companion wasn't the placid Harry or Ron. She felt his grip on her hand tighten and she tried to backtrack, "I meant…"

"I know exactly what you meant", he cut across, "You don't wish for me to interfere with your personal affairs". Hermione waited for him to unleash his fury on her. She knew instinctively that Lucius did not like to be kept out of things, especially when he believed himself to be in command but to her surprise, he bend down slightly and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek as they passed through a shadowy part of the road. At her look of surprise, he smirked back and put an arm around her waist commenting, "You're quite the little spitfire, aren't you?" She didn't reply, just leaned into him and they continued the rest of the walk in silence.

As they approached their destination, Lucius removed his arm from Hermione's and let her walk slightly in front. She knew this was his way of abiding to her wishes and giving her the privacy she required when looking for the book while also maintaining a close enough distance to protect her if necessary. The fact that she could read so much into the action of a man who she had only seen a few times in her life (her dreams didn't count!) nagged at her, reminding her there was something more than mutual attraction at work here.

Magic was the obvious answer but she doubted anyone had cast a spell on both her and Lucius. She stored the thought away for later research as she entered the dimly lit shop that was Borgin and Burkes. She could feel Lucius following her at a discreet distance even though his footsteps were silent. Another reason why he had been one of Voldemort's deadliest followers, she thought but could not induce any fear in herself from the thought.

"I must be crazy", she muttered to herself as she came to the end of the aisle without success. She looked around for a store person who could help and saw a fat, balding wizard sitting on top of what appeared to be a chair made of bones, behind the counter. He was reading the Wizard Weekly magazine and chortling to himself. Hermione approached him cautiously and despite their distance, she felt Lucius tense slightly. I must do some research about this connection she reminded herself as she reached the counter. "I'm sorry but could you help me?" she asked, trying to be pleasant.

The wizard took no notice of her. "Um…excuse me?" she tried again, leaning against the counter top to try and get his attention. She was just about to give up and go back to searching the dusty shelves when a jet of purple light sailed by her and hit the wizard's magazine, causing it to crumble in flames. She looked back at Lucius who had a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Although she appreciated his help, her innate nature caused her to give him a disapproving frown which he answered with a wink as he pushed his hair behind his shoulder and re-sheathed his wand into his cane.

This exchange was apparently noticed by the fat wizard because his manner underwent a gracious transformation. "How can I help you Miss?" he enquired, pasting a sickly sweet smile on his face. Hermione couldn't help thinking how useful it was to have Lucius around in places like this.

"I'm looking for a book on reversing permanent memory charms. I was told you might have a copy?" He nodded emphatically, seeming eager to be of service. Hermione figured he was probably more eager to get Lucius out of his shop than improve his customer service skills.

"If we have a book like that, it'll be in the back. I'll just have a look", he sauntered off into the back of the shop, leaving Hermione to stare at the dust-ridden items surrounding her. "They could hire a cleaner", she muttered under her breath and yelped when the skull sitting on the counter snapped back at her, "Do YOU run a business? Yeah didn't think so! No one's FORCING you to be here!" Hermione placed her hand over her hammering heart and took deep breaths. "I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude".

"Don't worry Miss. Just ignore old Cracker there", the store clerk said as he returned, "He's short on a limb or two. HAHAHA get it! Short on…" his raucous laughter trailed away as he glanced behind her and caught Lucius' unimpressed and slightly impatient expression. "Uh…anyway, I couldn't find that book you wanted. I think it's out of print now and we don't have one of the old copies…a lot of books were destroyed when…you know"he gulped, eyeing Lucius cloak-clad form.

Hermione nodded, trying not to let her disappointment show. Not only had she accidentally used a dark spell on her parents; the effects would now be permanent without the counter curse. She wished Professor Dumbledore or even Professor Snape, whose skill and dedication she had always admired, were here. They would both know what to do, with their extensive magical knowledge. "Thanks for trying", she murmured, her feeling of guilt at her parents' predicament threatening to overcome her.

She walked out of the store, not sparing Lucius a glance but waited for him outside, out of courtesy. "Hermione?"he asked as he joined her, grabbing her arm to prevent her from moving away, "Are you alright?" Hermione didn't respond or look up at him. Her guilt, which she had battled against all year, was finally coming to the fore and she wished she had a room to lock herself in and cry. "Hermione?"Lucius asked again, reaching for her face but she took a step back.

"I…thank you for escorting me here. It was very kind of you", she felt her voice begin to waver and quickly added, "I have to go now". She turned, intending to move away but Lucius' grasp on her arm never weakened. "Let me go", she whispered, tears in her voice and Lucius turned her towards him. She didn't have the strength to fight him as he lifted her chin with his hands and wiped away the few tears that had escaped her closed eyelids with his thumbs. Without further comment, he wrapped one arm securely around her waist and apparated them to a small bedroom.

"My summer house", he said as Hermione spared the room a glance before collapsing in tears as his arms held her close. "I…I didn't mean to…I…"she gasped out through tears.

"Shhh It's okay. Take your time", Lucius led her to the large bed at the centre of the room and sat down on it, pulling her onto his lap. She rocked against him as he stroked her hair and murmured soothing nonsense into her ear. After what seemed to her like hours, she finally managed to get her tears under control. Once she was aware of her position, she attempted to shift herself off him but he held her fast. "You can't possibly expect me to leave you alone after having a breakdown like that"Lucius murmured to her, still keeping his voice low and comforting.

She could hear the rumble of his words as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "It wasn't a breakdown", she defended in a weak voice, still clouded with remaining tears and Lucius chuckled at her stubborn nature. "Mmm"he murmured, stroking her back with just enough pressure for her to feel support. Hermione threaded a hand through his smooth hair and played with a long strand. She should have felt more embarrassed but no one had ever seen her in such a vulnerable state except Harry and Ron. And she had known them since she was a child. With Lucius though, she felt as if this were natural, like she belonged there and although she knew that was impossible, she let herself imagine it just this once, to ease some of her pain.

They sat there in silence for a long while, Lucius resting his head on hers and holding her as she twirled locks of his hair around her finger. "Tell me?" he had toned down the authoritative edge of his voice, making it seem like a tentative question. Hermione knew he must have no idea how to handle a distraught woman (even during the final battle, his wife had appeared composed, with only the slightest strain showing on her face) but he was doing everything just right. She felt comfortable and at ease with him; he had managed to master what had taken even Harry and Ron years to accomplish. "I…I used dark magic", she confessed in a whisper, burying her head into his shoulder as she felt his arms tense.

"Why?"he asked softly, continuing to stroke her back. Hermione mumbled into his shoulder and he pulled back slightly to see her face. Her eyes had puffed up from her bouts of crying and her face was red but she looked beautiful to him. He shook his head trying to clear this irrational thought. She needed someone to listen to her right now, not make out with her but as he tried to get his hormones under control, she bit her lip, trying to think of how to start the story and before he realised he had moved, he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth.

Hermione relented, needing to feel something other than guilt and grief and she placed her legs on either side of his body, winding her arms around his neck and pressing herself close to him as he invaded her mouth in a passionate embrace. Lucius pulled back repentantly, leaving a breathless Hermione to gaze at him. "I'm sorry. You need me to listen to y…"

"Don't", Hermione whispered, covering his mouth with her hand, "I just need you".

This was all the permission Lucius needed as he pulled her closer and proceeded to place gentle kisses all over her face. Hermione moved back slightly, causing Lucius' arms to tighten around her. "Don't leave", he whispered hoarsely, "Stay".

Hermione stroked his cheek with a hand before saying, "I'm not leaving…just giving you better access". She didn't know where the courage came from as she moved out of his embrace and lay on her back on the bed. She had never done this before, not being interested in such adolescent endeavours in her younger years at Hogwarts and not having time to experiment once her final years came. And last year, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind but now, as Lucius advanced on her with predatory intent, a part of her mind wondered if this was who she had been waiting for.

Further thoughts were driven from her mind as Lucius lay his body on top of hers, pressing into her and began to set her mouth on fire with his kisses. "More", she managed to gasp out as her body began to heat up. She wanted to feel him completely, with no clothing barriers in the way. He responded immediately, removing his cloak and other clothes with inhuman speed while she squirmed on the bed, embarrassed to reveal herself to his gaze.

He smirked at her as her eyes traced his chiseled chest and smooth abdomen. Her eyes went wide as she saw the size of his tool and, as she became aware of his gaze on her, she blushed scarlet and quickly averted her eyes. His low chuckle made her shiver as he reached for her arm. "First time?" he asked, without a hint of teasing. She nodded slightly, thankful she hadn't had to bring it up herself. His hand was warm on hers as he moved off the bed and stood in front of her pulling her to the side of the bed in the process. "Touch me", he whispered, his eyes dark with lust as she hesitantly moved to sit on the side of the bed, facing him. She saw he was erect, which just made her more uncomfortable about touching him but she was curious and the desire in his voice had her swallowing her qualms and reaching out with one hand. As she got closer, she saw his tool twitch slightly and she pulled back, unsure how to continue.

She looked up at him with wide, beseeching eyes and he bent down and kissed her slowly. "Lucius", she started, annoyed at her own naivety but before she could find a way to tell him, he moved the hand that was holding hers towards his tool. She watched with raptured attention as he spread her fingers out and wrapped them around his wide tool. She gasped as she felt the hot pulsing underneath her fingers and she felt herself get wet. He moved her hand slowly, up and down the length of it, watching her face. "Can I?"she whispered reverently, looking at him. He nodded and removed his guiding hand, leaving her to experiment under his watch.

She slowly moved her hand back to the base of his tool, running a finger down the sensitive underside that had him groaning. She ran her hand over his balls and he placed his hands on her shoulders, whispering, "Yes like that". She wrapped her fingers around his tool again as she made her way to the tip. She saw his pre-cum and used a thumb to spread it over the tip, eliciting a moan from Lucius. He sounded like he was in pain but before she could ask, he panted, "Don't stop". Gaining courage, she bend to her knees on the floor in front of him and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his tool. He gasped and pulled her up by the arm, until she was standing upright again. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, eyes downcast.

Lucius placed one hand on her cheek and when she lifted her eyes to look at him, he gave her a smouldering kiss. "Never", he whispered hoarsely, "Never do that again without warning me. I nearly came and…the fun would have been over".

She saw his eyes shift and some instinctive part of her knew he was lying, "Tell me the truth", she said, watching the emotions play across his face. He sighed and she knew he would give in.

At this moment, she was sure she held more power over him than either of them knew. He pulled her to him and rested his head on hers as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I have…darker tendencies sometimes when I'm…"he trailed off but she got the message. "How dark?"she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Lucius chuckled. "I wouldn't recommend you make your first time with me Hermione. I'm not a gentle lover…I can be at times but just now, when I saw you on your knees in front of me, I…don't think I'll be able to control myself around you. I've never wanted someone this much. It's…disconcerting". Hermione smiled as he revealed his feelings.

"Lucius", she said, pulling away slightly, "I don't want you to be gentle because it's my first time. I just…every time I see you, especially lately, I want you. So much and if we don't do something about…whatever this is now, we'll find ourselves doing the deed in some dark alley soon".

He shook his head, "Hermione, you don't understand. Even my wife…she hasn't slept with me in years and I never took her virginity. I told her how I was and she, well, she chose to have another man deflower her". Hermione gasped with outrage but Lucius placed a warning hand on her back, "I couldn't blame her for it. I am rough and the more emotion I feel, the rougher it gets. Perhaps one day, we might have a chance encounter but I won't force you to have your first time with me". Hermione tracked her hands along the ridges of his chest and felt his arm around her tighten in response as she worked her way lower. "Hermione", Lucius warned, fighting hard to maintain control.

"So what if I want you to be my first?" she asked and before he could interrupt, went on, "If I was the first woman you had deflowered…would that make me slightly special?" She hated this need inside her for his approval and attention but his response surprised her. He swept her up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed next to nothing and pressed his lips to hers, moving them against each other as he carried her to the bed.

"You already are special. I've never cared about anyone as much as you", he whispered to her and she knew he was speaking the truth. She was probably the first person, other than his family, who he felt any feeling for. "I want to see you completely", he murmured as he lay her on the bed and reached for her top. Despite her embarrassment, Hermione found herself powerless against Lucius' desire as he stripped her top off, followed by her pants and underclothes.

"You're so beautiful", he murmured to her as his eyes raked in her form, growing darker with desire as she squirmed on the silk bedclothes. "I believe, this could be a fantasy about to come true", he whispered to her as he ran a hand from her neck downwards, over her supple breasts, soft abdomen and rested where her legs formed a 'V'. She felt herself dripping with arousal as Lucius placed his warm hand over her spot. "Lucius", she whispered in a broken voice, trying not to shift.

"Open your legs for me pet", he murmured to her, never taking his eyes off her body. She hesitantly moved to obey and watched Lucius' eyes go dark with desire as her core was exposed to him. He ran his fingers through her dark curls and lower, circling her clit slowly as she groaned in frustration. He smirked slightly and then gave her clit a gentle flick that had her back arching off the bed. He allowed his mouth to follow the trail of his fingers as Hermione pulsed around him, moaning with need.

He was relentless and Hermione's hands wound themselves in his hair as she pushed him and his talented tongue, closer to where she needed to be touched. As his tongue delved into her hot, wet core, she screamed, reaching her climax and flowing into his eager mouth as he lapped at her. She was breathless by the time he moved up her body to suck on the hard nipples of one exposed breast while fondling the other roughly. "Lucius"Hermione moaned against him as his mouth continued to devour her.

"Please", she pleaded, not completely aware what she needed but knowing he was purposely withholding it from her. Lucius chuckled against her breast and let her nipple slip from his mouth as he moved up and pressed his lips against hers roughly. She gasped into his mouth as she felt his fingers probe into her opening. He continued to kiss her as he slipped one of his fingers into her and slowly pumped in and out, not too deep, causing her juices to cover his hand. "Mmm" he murmured pulling away from her mouth as she moaned his name. "Are you ready Hermione? This is your last chance to escape", the hoarseness of his voice told her he would be hard pressed to stop even now. "Your only chance to have a virgin Lucius. Are you going to waste it?" she smiled with what she hoped was a seductive look and opened her legs wider, her desire for him overpowering her fear. She heard him groan before his lips moved to cover hers and she felt him position himself at her opening.

"This is going to hurt", he whispered against her neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She felt him move into her, slowly, carefully and she wondered what people would say if she told them he was capable of tenderness. Probably that she was crazy. She felt his tool pull back a little and then he thrust into her powerfully, causing her to experience a searing pain that had her shedding more tears as he remained still inside her and whispered apologies against her neck. She was so tight around him that it took all his self-control to keep himself still while her pain ebbed away. "Better?" he asked when her tears had stopped falling and her heartbeat had calmed down slightly.

"Will it hurt more?" she asked, her innocent question tearing at his heart. "No pet. It won't", he responded in a choked voice, feeling his own eyes well up. He kissed her neck repeatedly until he had got his emotions back under control. It would not be reassuring for Hermione to see him crying as well. He looked into her amber eyes as he slowly started to move. He knew his pleasure would get the better of him soon but for now, he could see the pleasure it gave her. Hermione closed her eyes as she felt his large tool massage through her pulsing core, touching parts of her that she hadn't even been aware needed to be filled. "Oh Lucius", she moaned in ecstasy as he started to speed up, driving into her and hitting the bottom, making her scream as he hit her sweet spot over and over. Lucius was lost to the pleasure of her tightness.

He felt her squeezing around him and as she cried out his name, his ardor increased. He hadn't felt this much pleasure before, not with any of the witches he had engaged. "Hermione", he panted as he heard her voice rise to a crescendo and she could feel herself reaching a peak, without knowing what was going to happen next. All she could do was hold on as his hard, velvet tool ploughed through her and hit the spot again, making her orgasm as she crossed over into bliss. Lucius felt her orgasm as her walls contracted faster and tighter around his tool, squeezing him until he couldn't stand the pressure any longer and with one final push, he let his seed shoot out, deep inside her. He collapsed on her, spent and in complete bliss.

A few moments later, Hermione opened her eyes and saw Lucius' head resting between her heaving breasts. "Come here", she murmured and although he was tired, he felt compelled to fulfil her request. He moved towards her, resting his head on the pillow beside her as she pushed strands of hair away from his sweaty forehead. "You look tired", she said weakly, not feeling much stronger herself. "So are you", he answered, "Stay". She didn't even think about disobeying as he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her closer until her head rested on his chest, before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

When Hermione awoke the next day, she felt a strong sense of protection and, as she became aware that she was naked and two masculine arms were holding her possessively, last night rushed back to her. "Oh Merlin", she muttered, trying to slip out of Lucius' embrace without waking him. She would have to return to the Weasleys now, she thought as she slowly extracted her upper half from under his arms. She had caused her parents fate and she had no way to help them now. "At least they're alive", she whispered to herself, stopping her movements as she remembered her unsuccessful attempt at restoring their memories.

She felt a tear drip down her face and mentally berated herself for her weak emotional state. As she moved her arm to wipe it away, one of the muscled arms holding her beat her to it. She closed her eyes as Lucius' thumb wiped across her cheek and couldn't resist as he pulled her back down to his side. "Why are you crying?"his soft voice breathed in her ear and the more pleasant memories of last night came rushing back.

"I…", Hermione took a calming breath as Lucius placed an arm across her waist and made soothing circles on her side. "I changed my parents' memories before the war began. When I decided to leave with Harry, I thought they would be safer if they didn't remember me or their true identities so I erased their memory and made them move countries and now…"she trailed off and she felt Lucius' hand move to wipe more tears. "I'm such a wreck", she whispered tearfully, "I accidentally used dark magic and the book with the counter curse no longer exists. They'll never know about their real lives or me and it's because I didn't do enough research…"she rolled to bury her head in Lucius' chest and he held her close while she finished crying. "I'm sorry", she said once she had her emotions back under control, "I'm not normally like this. I…"

"I know", Lucius interrupted her, "I've been watching you ever since…well ever since I first met you". Hermione gaped at him as he continued, avoiding eye contact, "I know how wrong that sounds. I didn't like you in…this way when you were a child. I just…I was curious about you and I wanted to protect you. It was almost a compulsion. When I went to Hogwarts to collect Tom Riddle's diary and your friend Potter tricked me into freeing my elf", he hissed at the memory, obviously still a sore spot on his pride. " I stayed behind a little longer to see how you were getting on".

"I didn't see you", Hermione whispered, snuggling closer to him as his arms reflexively tightened around her. "I know. I dillusioned myself. I wasn't sure why I wanted…no needed to see you, I'm still not but I watched you as they treated you in the hospital wing. It made me rest easier knowing that being petrified didn't have any lasting effects on you. Madame Pomfrey couldn't get you to stop asking questions as soon as your mouth was back in working order!", he chuckled at the memory and caught Hermione's hand as she attempted to hit him.

"It was a painful experience! I needed to know about everything that had happened during the time I was in hospital and she was the only one there…well the only one I saw!" she exclaimed, both embarrassed and touched that he had watched her.

"The feelings grew as you did and…last month during the battle I…something came over me when I saw you. You were the only thing that seemed right in the world", he lapsed into silence, stroking her hair as she pondered his words.

"I felt the same way", she finally admitted, "I've dreamt about you ever since I first saw you in my second year. It's the eyes", she added as an explanation as Lucius raised his eyebrows at her.

"My eyes? Really?" he smirked, satisfied that he had caused her as many sleepless nights as she had caused him. "And?"he asked, more comfortable now the air had been cleared. "And what?" Hermione asked, a frown covering her face.

Lucius chuckled before moving down to whisper in her ear, "And was the reality as good as the dreams?" Hermione blushed as Lucius watched her expectantly. "I never said I had dreams like THAT", she said, trying to turn away from him but he held her down as he gave her a slow, deep kiss.

"If you say so", he smirked back as he pulled away.

"Fine…so maybe when I was older. After I fought against the Deatheaters during my fifth year, you might have invaded my dreams in that way for a few nights". The truth was, she had to put a silencing charm around her bed and delusion herself as she attempted to give herself relief from the erotic dreams she had, with only her fingers to aid her.

Lucius had fallen silent again and Hermione looked up at him, worried. "I was so worried about you that day", he murmured quietly, thinking aloud more than speaking to her. "The Dark Lord could not be swayed in his plans although I tried. I really tried", Hermione reached up and touched his cheek, drawing his gaze to her. "I had hoped you wouldn't fall for the ploy", he whispered as she watched him, "Potter I expected but…"

"Harry's hard to sway once he has an idea in his head", she answered quietly, remembering how afraid she had been for Lucius during the fight, even though she knew her loyalty should lie with Harry.

"I did cast a protection charm over you but I should have protected you better", Lucius continued his train of thought. Hermione thought back to the spell Bellatrix Lestrange had thrown at her; a dark spell she was sure but not the killing curse. She had whirled around to try and dispel it but had dropped her wand in the process. She recalled how the spell came near her and then bounced away, as if being deflected by an invisible wall.

"You saved me from Bellatrix", she told Lucius, "I wouldn't have been able to protect myself if it weren't for your charm".

This seemed to calm Lucius a little and he held her closer and rested his head against hers. "What's pulling us together Hermione?" he asked, scrutinising her. "Just mutual attraction?"

"An attraction that started when I was 12? I don't think so", Hermione smiled back as he continued to study her intensely, "It's some kind of magic…I need to do some research". Lucius smiled at the typical 'Hermione' answer. "I recall Draco mentioning you loved research", he said with a small laugh. She smiled back but they both turned grave as they thought of the day ahead.

"I will have to go back to the manor", he whispered to her, hating to let her go with such an uncertain future ahead of them. "I know", she moved up to give him a lingering kiss. "I'll probably head back to the Weasleys".

"And what then?" he asked, unwilling to picture her returning to them. He had always been aware of the growing fondness her red-haired 'friend' had towards her.

She considered. "I guess I'll probably end up with Ron, being another Molly Weasley. I did use to have a slight crush on him back in my 4th year", she tried to make light of the situation but Lucius' lips were suddenly on hers, desperate and demanding and she allowed herself to experience his embrace. "Lucius", she gasped out when he pulled back, "What are you…?"

"I can't stand the thought of him touching you", Lucius whispered emphatically.

"You know we can't be together", she whispered back, equally pained.

"I know. But that doesn't stop me from wishing", he sighed and allowed her to slip out of bed to get ready. When they were both clothed, he pulled her close to him and held her against his chest. "Promise me one thing", he said, his voice rumbling up from his chest as she leaned against it, "Anything", she whispered back, without a moment's hesitation. He had her trust completely, although she had no idea why. Research, she reminded herself. At least it would pass the hours in the Burrow.

"Promise me you'll get a degree. Go to University. They will want you to be another Molly Weasley but make sure you get a degree.Keep your independence", he pulled her back until their eyes locked, "For me". She nodded, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck as he gave her a deep kiss that conveyed all their wishes and dreams. "I think I might love you Hermione", he whispered to her, nuzzling her neck one last time, "Until next time".

He stepped back and apparated in one smooth motion, leaving her to comprehend the gravity of his words as she slowly prepared to go back to the Burrow.
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