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My Best Friend's Father	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 24064 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author's Note:
I hope you guys enjoy the update! This chapter has lots of sexual tension and will set the stage for Chapter 4 when things actually get a touch physical, pun intended ;-). Please remember that Lucius and Hermione still have some hang-ups with eachother, so they aren't going to immediately jump in bed and get freaky. your patience will be rewarded! Chapter 4 is also going to contain lots of fabulous Draco moments!
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Hermione stretched out, kicking off the mountain of covers threatening to smother her. Draco had the terrible habit of shoving every single blanket on him onto his bed mate in the middle of the night. She stood up and scratched her head absently. The sound of Draco's light snoring was the only sound to be heard. Normally Draco was up before her, and pouncing, quite literally, on her sleeping form. As tempting as it was to return the favor, she was looking forward to some quiet time with her coffee and a good book.

She quietly crept out of the room and into the dim hall. There was a bathroom in Draco's suite, but she didn't want to wake him by messing about in there. She tiptoed past the sleeping portraits lining the walls. Most of them were still very much 'pro-pureblood' and always caused a scene when they saw her. Her mind began to wander as she made her way silently through the hall.

The day before had been such a shock that she still hadn't come to terms with, what would be her new reality. She and Lucius were on good terms. They had never seen much of each other due to his business trips and her hectic work schedule. When they did encounter each other it was very cordial and brief. If she were to be honest, she would readily admit that she had always found him very attractive, although she knew little about him.

The conversation they had over dinner popped into her mind making her frown. He wanted a housewife, and she sure as hell wasn't going to agree to that. She loved her work regardless of how grueling a task it could be at times. Although she agreed with Draco's sentiment of compromising, this wasn't something she was willing to budge on.Then there was the daunting issue of intimacy. How the hell was she going to get over the fact that he was her best friend's FATHER?

"Please, last night you were almost begging him to kiss you." Her mind chastised her. She growled inwardly. They were arguing, nothing intimate about it. So they got in each other's faces, that didn't mean anything. Okay, maybe they were a bit close to be having a disagreement. "He did smell really good. I wonder if his hair feels as soft as it looks..."

She collided into something hard, breaking her from her reverie. Lucius grabbed her around her waist, keeping her from face planting into the plush red carpet. "Shit!" She exclaimed, grabbing his naked biceps to steady her. It took a few minutes before she realized that she was clutching onto a half naked Lucius Malfoy and jumped back.

"Good morning." He drawled arching an eyebrow.

"Morning." She replied, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "I am so sorry Mr Malfoy. I didn’t see you there."

"Lucius." He corrected her. "You know, eventually you are going to have to stop sharing a room with my son. I'm quite certain that actions like those are frowned upon."

"Seeing as I am still a free woman for the next month, I can do as I please." She said crossing her arms defiantly.

He stepped back looking her over in silence with his hands on his hips. "One more thing," He began taking a step forward, his large hands pushing up the hem of her shirt, and skimming the skin right above her waistband making her squirm. "I expect you to get proper attire that, also, doesn't belong to my son." He breathed into her ear, his fingers tightening and retying the string of her pants. He pulled himself up to full height, letting his hands lightly graze her sides, before nodding politely and sauntering off.

She stood in silence with her mouth agape as she watched him disappear around the corner, unable to see the large smirk plastered across his face. Her body was buzzing, her heart racing.

“Whooooaaaa!” Draco squealed from behind her causing her to jump back. “It’s getting hot in herrrreeeee… but please refrain from disrobing.” He sang off key.
“Remind me to stop leaving my muggle CD player here.” She laughed.
“What was that all about?” He asked with an accusing smile.

“I have no idea.” She answered honestly. “How much did you see?”

Draco smirked. “Oh Honey, I see everything.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I’m going to the bathroom.” She quickly retreated, the sound of Draco’s laugh echoing through the hall.

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Lucius sighed into his coffee as he replayed the incident in the hall a few moments before, sitting comfortable in a high backed chair of his study. It was confusing to say the least. He wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. One moment he was irritated with her disruption, and the next his fingers were skimming the top of her oversized flannel pants, fighting the urge to let his fingers drift farther south.

She was going to be his wife within the month, so why were his steamy revelations causing him such distress? Maybe it was the fact that she was his son’s best friend, or maybe the guilt of his involvement in the war that lead to her hours of torture at the hands of his deranged sister-in-law?

Regardless of the exact reasoning behind the guilt bubbling to the surface, he knew one thing to be true, he wanted her. If it wasn’t for his well practiced self control, he would have taken her then and there.

A gentle knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. A stout house elf wearing a green tea towel entered with a nervous smile.

“Good morning, Tilly.” Lucius greeted her pleasantly. Tilly shifted nervously looking down at her feet. “Is everything okay?” He asked. She was always so cheerful, and her current state worried him.

“The post has arrived, sir.” She whispered.

“Is that all?” Lucius asked with confusion. “I’ll be down in a few moments.

“Tilly thinks it might be better to get it over with quickly, sir.” She squeaked, quickly making her way out of the study.

Lucius stood up, readjusting the collar of his white button up shirt. Tilley was rarely ever anxious, whatever it was had to be important. He made his way down the stairs into the large formal dining room. Even from the opposite end of the immense table he could see a large stack of red envelopes at his usual seat at the head.

He glanced first at the Daily Prophet, as expected; he and Hermione had made the front page.

"Lucius Malfoy: On the Prowl and Dangerous"

He growled skimming over the article. According to the Prophet's head gossip columnist, Rita Skeeter, he had coaxed the "beautiful war hero, Hermione Granger" into becoming his personal "escort", possibly holding her captive. As if on a timer, a handful of howlers burst open, most screaming obscenities at the blond wizard. Just when he thought they were done, another set shrieked furiously at him before combusting into flames.

Hermione and Draco jumped down the stairs at the sound of the ruckus coming from the dining hall. They flew around the corner, Hermione still buttoning up the red silk blouse Draco had gotten from her flat earlier.

"YOU ABHORRENT FILTHY DEVIANT! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! LEAVE THE GIRL ALONE! HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH! I'D WATCH MY BACK IF I WERE YOU!" The last howler screeched before it burnt itself to ashes in front of an infuriated Lucius Malfoy.

He looked up to see Hermione and Draco staring back at him in complete shock. Lucius snatched the Prophet off of the table and stormed towards Hermione, his eyes burning into hers. "I specifically told you not to embarrass me." He hissed shoving the paper into her hands.

"Excuse me?" She retorted cutting her eyes at him. "I fail to see how you getting an abundance of howlers have anything to do with me."

"A picture is worth a thousand words, Miss Granger." He whispered dangerously looming over her. "The pictures of you happen to be worth 750 words of disgusting ignorance."

"You will watch your tone with me, Mr Malfoy, or things will get ugly very quickly." She threatened stepping forward to challenge him.

"Just look at the fucking paper." He growled. She tore her eyes away from his and looked over the front page. Three animated pictures of the couple were plastered on the front, one of their initial meeting with worry etched across her face when he took her hand. The other two she looked livid as he offered her his arm and later when he dragged her through the crowd to the apparition point.

"I still fail to see how this is all my fault." She snapped slamming the paper onto the table. "Some people are idiots. I doubt they looked at the engagement announcements."

Draco flipped through the paper as Hermione and Lucius continued to stare each other down. "There isn't an announcement." Draco began turning back to the front page. "Good news is you both look fucking gorgeous!"

Hermione and Lucius turned sharply and glared at the smiling wizard. “That isn’t helping.” She sighed turning away from Lucius. “I need to clear my head. I’ll be at my flat if you need me.” She turned to leave when Lucius stepped in front of her.
“No you aren’t. You will stay here and fix this.” He hissed bringing his face down to hers. She leaned forward, letting her body press into his. “I’d like to see you try and stop me.” She whispered threateningly, staying close to his face.
He arched an eyebrow at her, his anger momentarily forgotten. “As tantalizing as that sounds, I’ll have to respectfully decline your offer.” His voice caressed her. She stood her ground, a sly smile flitting across her face. “I never took you as a coward, Mr. Malfoy.” She said sweetly, letting her lips hover closer to his for a moment before pulling back and strutting away.
Draco had slipped away during their argument, and peeked around the doorway as Hermione left the room. Lucius was frozen on the spot, his eyes zeroed in on the door she had left through. There was definitely something there, whether either one wanted to admit it or not. If anyone saw exactly how they reacted around each other, there would be no doubt as to what their relationship was.
Draco let out a loud squeal of excitement as he reentered the room. Lucius jumped back looking at his son with raised eyebrows. “I’ve got it!” He yelled out. Lucius cocked his head to the side, urging him to continue. “A proper engagement!”
“Care to elaborate?” The older blond wizard asked. It still hadn’t clicked as to what was running through his son’s head.
“Do you have any meetings today?”
“No. What does that have to do with anything?” He sighed, growing irritated.
Draco beamed clapping excitedly. “Everything! I’ll be back in a few hours!”
“Draco…”
“Just trust me.” He replied walking over to squeeze his father’s shoulder affectionately. Lucius nodded and patted his son’s hand. “You know I do.”
“I’ll be back before you know it!” Draco smiled rushing out of the room. Lucius sighed and collapsed into the nearest chair, trying to figure out what hare-brained scheme the younger Malfoy was cooking up.
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