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With Good Intentions	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 12264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing of HP nor do I profit in any way from these missives. I almost own the house I'm writing this fanfic in, tho'.

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Ten days after the “Community Diversity Ambush”, Hermione Malfoy awoke with a splitting headache, a Skele-Gro-accelerated hip whose bone growth broke through the pain potions and a haggard husband who hadn’t slept since the night before the revolution succeeded. Desperately relieved at her return to him, Lucius made any and every Unbreakable Vow he could think of to speed her recovery…

“So you’re not the most brilliant witch of your age?”
“Lucius… One pain in the arse is enough. I prefer the injury to you being a prat.”
“You told me your shield spell would stop anything Molly tried.”
“I’m pregnant!” and the vehemence of her response set hammering off inside her own head, “My magic’s a bit off. And I’ve never cast a shield spell against something so small.”
“And you never will again. I shall protect you with my life. Never again, Hermione. I mean that as your lord and master.”
“Lord and what!?” she challenged him, bourbon-brown eyes flashing as they narrowed.
“Rest, my love. You can punish and subjugate me when you’re stronger.”

Tenderly, he nuzzled her temple to immerse himself in the belief that she truly was healing.

“Don’t fight me on this, little one. Let me learn to take proper care of you and our family…”

The effort to stay irritated exhausted her. A knowing smile drifted across his grizzled chin as she succumbed to fatigue and pregnancy.

“Still a platinum blond prat,” she yawned.

“You’re both out of your Slytherin minds — and only one of you is supposed to be a Slytherin,” she clarified, one eyebrow arched to communicate her exasperation with the topic.
“It’s out of my hands. The law’s very clear on —”
“Sod the law! I won’t do it!”

Kingsley chuckled at the incongruous picture of the mother-to-be, surrounded by fluffy pillows and coverlets that cost more than his flat, preparing to blast the two wizards to kingdom come with her anger alone.

“Kitten —”

This particular sobriquet only arrived when Lucius felt threatened by her or meant to persuade Hermione to do something she violently opposed.

“Don’t ‘Kitten’ me, you manipulative bastard! I didn’t sign up for this!”

Leaning back in his favorite chair, her husband let a smug grin escape (despite it’s impact on his wife’s foul temper). She’d never looked more beautiful.
Having the galleons to do so, Lucius moved her back to the guest house (all 21 rooms of it) on the recently returned grounds of Malfoy Manor. He planned to have the Manor demolished and rebuilt as a belated wedding gift. The suite replicated all of the essential healing apparatus from her room at St. Mungo’s (including three shifts of Trauma Healers, Obstetric Healers, Mid-witches and Potions Masters to brew pregnancy-safe pain and healing medications).
Vowing to make this second chance at marriage and fatherhood better than the first, Lucius spent every waking moment he could with his recuperating wife —

— and mightily pissed her off.

“No, you didn’t,” the manipulative bastard admitted, “I will admit the logic of the masses boggles the mind. Why elect an honest politician? Puzzling outcome… Nevertheless, Hermione, I can think of no one better suited to —”
“You do realize that in about four months we’ll have two Malfoy spawn to see to? Or did you think this —” and she pointed at her expanding abdomen — “was residual swelling from your FIRST stupid idea!?”
“There’s no need to get snippy, witch. I am just suggesting you consider the pros and cons. We’d planned —”
“YOU planned!”
“I did, didn’t I? Very well, I planned to get myself out of jail — like that ridiculous game you had me playing in the hospital. What’s it called?… ‘Monotony’?”
“‘MoNOPoly’ — and you swore you enjoyed it!”
“Lover, I’d have let you remove the hairs on my scrotum one at a time with Fiend Fyre to keep you happy in hospital. No matter. As I was saying, my goal was to avoid Azkaban, retrieve my fortune and place myself in a position where the Ministry had to engage — not persecute — me for our mutual benefit.”
“YOUR benefit,” she mumbled, hoping his jaws would tire and he’d get to the point.
“This ‘gift’ that’s fallen into our —”
“MY!”
“Marriage means sharing. This gift would ensure that, at least during our lives, things move along and get better — even for pure-bloods.”
“I have spent most of my life serving the greater good, Lucius, and I’m sick to death of it!” she countered, fighting a bit of nausea caused by her anger and the twins’ dissatisfaction with it, “I’m taking a long vacation to concentrate on being a mother — a damned good one — and I will not even entertain this insanity! Figure it out and keep me out of it!”

Annoyed with her husband, Hermione slapped at the offered hand and thus took nearly ten minutes to move herself to the bed’s edge and navigate her unbalanced self onto her feet. It didn’t help that Lucius copped a quick bum feel as she straightened her gown; the lovemaking had been wonderful and plentiful this trimester.

“Now if you two will excuse me, I have to pee!”

She waddled off in the direction of the en suite while whispers of their conversation wafted over to her.

“I’ll take my winnings in credit at the Leaky,” Kingsley gloated, “She won’t be persuaded, as I believe I predicted.”
“No… Merlin’s floppy rod — if I wasn’t afraid Cissa would hex my bits to Greece, I’d make the little bint take the position.”
“Not if you want to stay married and male. Shame for her to make herself a widow and a murderer at 25 — and she can do both without a wand.”

Lucius gave this serious consideration: his wife dueled the worst Voldemort had to offer and never hurled a single dark spell. An involuntary shudder ran down his spine; Hermione was not of the generation inclined to passively support her husband’s demands or commands.

“She’ll have to abdicate publicly,” the Minister added.
“I’ll make sure she’s ready. I admit I was looking forward to those perks you’re always bandying about, Minister.”
“Get over it. I’ll see you at our regular meeting.”

In a flash, Britain’s former Minister of Magic swirled in the flames of the opulent floo.

Four weeks after the “Community Diversity Ambush”, Hermione Granger (as the write-in ballots read) officially declined to serve as the Minister of Magic (while seated in a rolling chair on the steps of the Ministry building) — although she was sorely tempted to accept, considering Kingsley and Lucius came in second and third respectively. Instead, Lady Granger-Malfoy graciously accepted a position as Independent Counsel to the Wizengamot — promising that no citizen would experience what the ex-pats and Lucius had been through in the Ministry's policing and justice system. News of her appointment sent Head Judge Galen Gallentine to the V.I.P room at the Leaky Cauldron for days on end…

Six weeks after the “Community Diversity Ambush”, Kingsley Shacklebolt bowed to the will of the people on the second ballot and resumed what looked like a life-long position as Minister of Magic.
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