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What If.....?	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 4465 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cherry Blossoms
Growing up, Hermione’s parents were constantly working. Often she was left alone which never bothered her; it gave her the freedom to set her own rules and the freedom to read as much as she wanted, or to stay up as late as she wanted. As long as she did well in school, and she always did, there were never any problems between her and her parents.
Being well behaved and following the rules seemed to come as naturally to her as doing well in her studies. This business of getting into mischief never arose until she began studying at Hogwarts, where she became close friends with Harry and Ron. They helped her to see another side of things; life was more than just an assignment to be handed in. She became more bold and daring and broke any number of rules. Taking this into account, her getting into trouble wasn’t exactly unheard of. It got to the point that even Dumbledore would sometimes turn a blind eye. Granted, he had a history of trouble himself.
Still, any rule breaking was usually for the greater good. Courage was extremely important. No matter what, as long as she wasn’t afraid, she would succeed in the long run. This was something Hermione lived by.
Believing this, Hermione justified her repeated visits to the Office of Muggle Protection and continued confronting Edmund Beach; again and again she pointed out the issues with the law and on more than one occasion she remembered judging him for his part in endorsing the law by working for the office. In her campaign to advocate for herself, she unfortunately failed to realize that she was ignoring many of the other principles she held near and dear, some of the most important being general courtesy to others. Whatever happened to not wasting her time when it came to recognizing and letting go of things she couldn’t change—if things were unreasonable, they were unreasonable. But this effected her, and so she wasn’t above being relentless in her pursuit of what she wanted. Hadn’t she done this before with others?
It came to be that because of these frequent visits, and others seeing how she treated Mr. Beach and the entire situation, that no one wanted to see her placed in their family. The general consensus was that they would develop the same headache that Mr. Beach currently experienced. At first she thought that this might mean that she had a chance of returning to Hogwarts.
That was not the case.
She received an owl late one night and was told that only one family was willing to work with her, and if she refused this situation she would not be able to study magic. That family was none other than that of the Carrow siblings. Now the Carrows were reportedly heavily involved in the dark arts and Lord Voldemort but in this timeline, no one had been able to gain any evidence.
Upon learning of her situation, the first thing Hermione did was shed a few tears, realizing how ironic this all was. Her stubborn single mindedness landed her with a family just as stubborn and loyal to their beliefs—only they were evil. She guessed this was what people met when they said that there was not a big difference in good in evil it was all a matter of perspective. In her case, she felt very trapped.
The very next morning she was awakened by a sharp knock at the door. It seemed that the Ministry of Magic had sent an escort over to escort her to a meet and greet. These meet and greet were organized to help people transition to new families, make an introduction, and allow one to get used to the idea before moving. After dressing, she travelled with her to a home near Wiltshire and felt somewhat in a daze. A gathering of about ten people were present, and as the reality of her situation began to dawn on her, she suddenly felt very ill. Someone among the Carrows smirked and said ‘Why not just tie her up now before she gets it in her head to find a way out? This way we can have fun a little sooner.’
That did it. Hermione took a couple of halting steps back before suddenly turning to flee. She ran for about a full minute, chased by Ms. Atkins, when she remembered she could apparate. She did this, but with no clear destination in mind because her head was in turmoil, she kept appearing in random places—first a field, then a rocky area, then a swamp.
Eventually she grew tired and found herself among the dense foliage of a cherry blossom grove. Wherever she was, someone must have enchanted them because it was not the season for cherry blossoms. When she passed beneath the branches they trembled and delicate pink petals fell in her hair and behind her, but it was otherwise silent. Heaving a sigh of relief, she inspected her surroundings more closely and realized she was truly alone. Nearby a river flowed into a hot spring and beneath the setting sun the water’s surface glittered—it was truly a beautiful and serene place.
Her mouth had landed her in this mess, she realized upon reflection, she acted without seeing the big picture. Now she was trapped in a situation of her own making. Introductions like today were only a formality; she still had a few days before moving in with the Carrows. This was the consequence of her efforts to make things right, and she realized she had erred and would not make that mistake again. One needed to pick their battles, and in declaring war she exhausted her efforts, stood alone, and had lost.
Brushing away petals she sighed as she walked. Mistakes weren’t always bad if you could first admit you made them, but even better if you could learn from them. This was a chance to learn and she would take it as such. Still, all that running and apparating had left her exhausted, and worse, covered in filth—it was the swamp she landed in. She hated being so filthy; it was undoubtedly related to the taunts of ‘dirty’ from people like the Carrows. Looking at the hot springs, she considered bathing.
It was very convenient that the hot spring was near by; it seemed almost laid there by god who was taking pity on her current circumstances. She wouldn’t be able to return home for a little longer since it would be the first place Ms. Avery checked first and quite frankly she did not want to talk to her if she could help it. Why not take a swim?
She thought about this until the sun had set and the moon rose. It wasn’t very romantic in appearance, being a small moon, but it reflected nicely on the water, a deep azure blue, and with the steam rising from the hot spring and the cherry petals swaying in the wind, it created an altogether enchanting scene.
She finally decided to take a swim; it was late, perhaps past ten and she was in the middle of nowhere. What were the chances of anyone passing by? She removed her dress followed by her bra and panties and rinsed them off in the hot water before hanging them over a tree to dry. Next she stepped into the warm water, and shivered before sinking down to her neck. It felt splendid. After a couple of moments she looked down and studied the cherry blossom petals floating on the surface and began to string them together. Suddenly, heard a rustling sound nearby.
Hermione’s petal gathering hands froze in midair.
A slight ripple broke the water’s surface, blurring the reflection of the moon, and a black robed figure emerged from the dense foliage. As she saw the figure near closer, she saw he was tall and elegant, with long pale hair and a beautiful face. A face she knew very well.
Hermione felt the color drain from her face as she attempted to hide by using a rock that sat in the middle of the spring as cover. She prayed to every god in existence that the steam along with the rock might conceal her because although she had been caught in some embarrassing situations she doubted even she had the ability to emerge from this and keep her head raised. Instead of going anywhere, he stood on the shore, and she began to prepare herself for the possibility of conversing with him. But how could she in this kind of situation?
If she were simply here to view cherry blossoms she could simply begin with ‘Good evening my lord, are you also here to view the cherry blossoms?’ but given her current situation, it wasn’t like she could raise her naked arm and say ‘good evening my lord, are you also here to take a bath?’
Hermione, quite miserable, continued to think on what to say. As she did this Lucius casually begin to walk across the water’s surface, undoubtedly using some form of wandless magic, and she clung closer to the rock, miserably wishing she possessed the same skill, or at least her wand. Just when she thought that he had passed her, and had not seen her, she felt a heavy cloak cover her.
When she pulled it away, she heard another voice. It seemed that Lucius had not come alone; rather it was the familiar voice of Tallot, the man from the wedding. He was trying not laugh as he held his hands up in defense, ‘I am truly sorry for interrupting. I didn’t see anything. Please don’t mind me; you two carry on.’ And he disappeared into the woods.
Frozen, and unsure of how to proceed, she simply stood there and stared at Lucius, who watched her from the shore, and after a few moments he asked her, ‘Why are you here?’
She had no time to think of a clever excuse, she answered honestly, ‘Bathing.’
After she said this, Hermione remembered that the hot spring, though a beautiful and deep shade of azhure, was also transparent—you could see straight to the lake bottom. This caused her cheeks to burn bright and she insisted wildly, ‘Close your eyes, don’t look at me!’
Lucius leisurely looked at her from head to toe and did not lot obey her. Instead he replied, ‘Ms. Granger, if it were my desire to do anything to you, you wouldn’t be in any position to stop me. But it’s rather insulting for you to suggest that I would have such an inclination. I merely want to know why you are here, now, on my property.’
Hermione frantically looked around. At this point all she wanted was to run away but that was difficult to do when Lucius stood nearby. She had no choice but to make use of his cloak. She wrapped it about herself and made the slow trudge to the shore. She nervously edged around him, terrified that it might open up, and headed for her clothing, and felt her cheeks burn even brighter—her blue panties and matching bra were there on display for him.
In her confusion, she forgot to use her want, all she wanted was to grab her clothes but she couldn’t, so Lucius close the distance between them and reached up to and grabbed them for her—he was much taller—and one by one she waited while he collected her undergarments. Long slender fingers held her bra, and that was when Tallot returned, only to again release a muffled laugh and apologize ‘I thought you finished. Forgive me. Forgive me. I’m leaving.’
Hermione wanted to cry so very badly, and Lucius merely watched her with utter unflappable calm. As if this kind of situation was either utterly not worth commenting on, though she thought she saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes, which did nothing for her. It only served to make her more upset, because she thought he was laughing at her, Hermione the idiot, Hermione the fool, Hermione who couldn’t seem to avoid trouble for a single moment. She managed to snatch her clothes and ran to pick up her wand and quickly apparated away.
After she fled, Tallot re-emerged. He was not exactly a friend of Lucius but he was working on a special case at the office of the aurors. He was still smiling, ‘What a pretty young lady.’ He glanced over at Lucius, and felt his smile fade, knowing Lucius’s views, ‘Too bad she’s muggle born.’
Lucius didn’t reply, and so the two continued to walk side by side in silence.
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The day after Hermione miserably pondered how to go about living her life after experiencing such an awful humiliation. On the one hand, she could simply continue her plan of avoiding Lucius, but the problem with that was the fact that in her haste to escape, she left behind her bracelet, and it had a lot of sentimental meaning to her because it was given to her by Mrs. Figg’s very own son. Even in the past she had not been able to do very much because she was a squibb but he had helped her when she was so depressed that she thought things would never be right again—he had found her, listened to her story, and assisted her in enrolling into Hogwarts, in getting her books, in helping her figure out her cover story.
She was quite sad when she learned that he had perished during the first wizarding war, and it wasn’t as if he was someone famous. Just one of many causalities, remembered now only by herself and his mother. It meant a great deal to her, that bracelet, because he had given it to her as a Christmas gift.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think it would go missing under such circumstances.
As she sat trying to ponder her situation at a pub in Diagon Alley, she was joined by Luna Lovegood, whose outfit was too strange that she wasn’t sure hot to describe it. She had become used to these peculiarities of hers and so it wasn’t worth mentioning. Luna regarded her with calm blue eyes. ‘Is everything alright Hermione? You look like my father did when he found out my mother had died.’
Hermione didn’t want to reveal the whole story so she casually began, ‘What would you do if someone saw you in your underwear.’ She paused, ‘And it later turned out it was someone you secretly liked.’
Luna pondered this question seriously for several minutes, ‘It wouldn’t really matter to me, their just undergarments I suppose if I was seen without them then I might want to hide beneath a rock and never come out, but we aren’t talking about that. Why do you ask?’
Hermione forced herself to laugh, ‘No reason’ She quickly changed the subject, ‘Any news from Harry?’
Luna shook her head, ‘No, not yet, but don’t worry, he told me not to worry. Sometimes I don’t hear from him from months on end but it’s alright, I trust him.’
Hermione thought of her situation with Lucius. If this happened to Luna, she presumed that Harry would have apologized for forgiveness and even made a point to find some way to make it up to her. She presumed she could fetch the bracelet back today. But that would mean seeing him again, something she was trying incredibly hard to do. But it seemed that they kept meeting one another.
After asking Luna to keep her updated if she heard any news, she said goodbye and decided to head for the ministry. The best thing would be to just rip it off like a bandaid, so she headed directly for the office of aurors. She knew he should be there, and alone, because so many aurors were out and about doing their work.
What Hermione did not know was that today was a monthly meeting, and she did not know that when she burst into the office, without so much as knocking (with the goal of catching him off guard) and began ‘Did I leave my bracelet with oyu last night…..’
Dozens of eyes would suddenly turn to the entryway, where Hermione stood in frozen shock.
Sitting in a chair like some sort of king was Lucius, a number of documents spread out before him, and below him were dozens of aurors giving their reports. Hermione suddenly felt very ill, and Lucius looked down at her like some sort of judging angel, or in her case, demon, completely at ease and as always, unruffled.

Hermione had no idea what to do in this kind of situation because this was yet another shocking situation to be caught in, and this time there were dozens of witnesses who stood watching –and it wasn’t like she needed any more rumors attached to her name.
Lucius in a low, cold voice began, ‘Let me guess that your parents did not teach you manners Ms. Granger. I suppose that was expecting too much of your….’ He trailed off, but even she know he meant to say kind. Feeling extremely under pressure but without any room to escape, she clenched her fists and forced herself to think of this as a means to an end. She could bow and kowtow if it got her the bracelet, and then she go her way and hopefully, never see him again.
She forced herself to smile but it came across as grudging and insincere. It was her fault for not being a good actress. ‘I apologize I truly did not mean any offense. Would you happen to have my bracelet?’
He tilted his head to the side and thought about the question, and several tense moments passed. Hermione waited on edge, until he finally said, ‘Forgive me I did not realize it had any value to you. I assumed it was a piece of rubbish and disposed of it.’
Hermione’s voice came out small and little for the first time in his presence, ‘….threw it away?’
He shrugged nonchalantly, ‘Will there be anything else you need before I resume reviewing reports on efforts to end this war?’
Hermione shook her head woodenly before finding her voice, ‘No thank you.’
She swallowed, and as she turned to go she was stopped by one more request, ‘Ms. Granger, as a common courtesy, please knock in the future.’
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