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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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Well....fuckbiscuits. This was the hardest chapter I think I've written this entire story. It....blowed. But if it makes you feel any better, it's because i had to work out Hermione and Lucius' get together. :/ Anyway, no excuses....but there is smut..... n_n

I think that in and of itself deserves some praise. So let me know what you think as I try to recover from this massive piece of sh.....er....I mean masterpiece of epic proportions. Lulz.

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Hermione sighed softly as she smoothed down the severe black Master’s robes. She had earned the right to wear these with the completion of the Master Program which included but was not limited to the memorization of many, many recipes that could then be quoted back flawlessly, the improvement of an existing Potion to the betterment of society, and a Masterpiece Potion that was hers and hers alone. That final thing was the longest and most arduous part. It also didn’t help that her Master had set the bar extremely high by his invention of the Wolfsbane potion.

To be fair she had learned that Master Severus’ invention of that potion had been born out of the leftover fear he had carried when he had been confronted with Remus in transformation. He had never wanted to face that again, and had invented the potion that would allow a werewolf to keep its mind.

Hermione’s Masterpiece was a bit simpler, but no less ambitious. She had invented a potion that helped recover severe damage to the skeletal structure. Her driving force had been what had happened to Harry. His biggest problem had not been nerve damage, but the irreparable damage to the actual vertebrae, making it impossible for his spine to hold the weight of his body up.

She wondered vaguely why she had never tried for her Mastery before, but then realized that if she had been doing this amount of research when she had been taking care of Harry, she would have failed one or the other. She could not have studied as hard as she did and taken care of another human being at the same time.

A knock at the door brought her from her reverie, and she looked up to see her Master standing at the door. Severus was wearing his own Master’s robes, looking as severe and austere as always. The effect, however, was slightly ruined by the five year old flitting about his cloak.

“Are you ready, Master Granger?” he asked. He had been as unforgiving a task master as always, but he had proven an even greater ally than anticipated.

When it had started to become clear that Lucius wasn’t going to come to her, he had provided her the distraction. He had offered to take her as an Apprentice. At first she had been offended by the offering, thinking he was merely making a paltry play to make her feel better. Then he had been offended that she would consider the only offer of Apprenticeship he’d ever made so worthless. They had come to an understanding, and she had submitted to the apprenticeship.

It had been a grueling three years, and she was so glad to be free of the studies. But now she had a responsibility to her title to continue to make the potions world a place of fresh ideas and techniques.

“I’m ready, Master Snape.” She replied respectfully. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a more familiar and relaxed expression.

“These people are here to celebrate your achievements. Do not downplay your rank amongst us, Hermione. Call me Severus.” He said. Hermione produced an unsure smile. She had gotten to know quite another side of Severus Snape while she had apprenticed under him. His son and girlfriend had done quite a bit of mellowing on him, and he often surprised her with moments of kindness.

“I’m ready then….S-Severus.” She said, only tripping over his name a little. He turned on his heel and walked away, his own dark robes flittering intimidatingly. He paused when he realized he didn’t have his little shadow. He turned slightly to see Nikolai standing in the doorway, watching Hermione. She gave the young man a bright grin, and he grinned shyly at her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something shiny.

He thrust his little fist at her, and she leaned forward slightly, her hands together to receive the offering. A small silver necklace pooled in her palms, a pearly white fang attached to the chain. She looked up at him in surprise, and he grinned fully, revealing the empty place where one fang was missing.

“Mummy said it was good luck to give away a fang. I hope you have good luck, ‘Mione.” He said, and then turned quickly, running past his father and turning a corner out of sight. Hermione plucked the necklace up and put it around her throat, letting it hang daintily down as she clasped the fine chain. It was a small spot of color against the high collar of her robes, but it suited her. She turned and walked from the room, seeing Severus’ cloak flick around the corner.

This was turning out to be a good day.

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He held a drink in his hand and stayed close to the wall, his dark cloak blending into the shadows well. The only thing that gave away his position was the silver-white hair that he had worn unbound. His silver eyes tracked her movement, watching as she moved from guest to guest, shaking hands and laughing.

She had caused quite a stir with her decision to apprentice under Severus. Though he was still on the outs with many people, there were those who would not deny him his ability in Potions. And his reputation had caused very many young , promising potioneers to seek him out for apprenticeship, only to have their dreams dashed when he turned each and every one of them down. For him to seek one out, and a young Muggleborn female at that, had caused a bit of controversy.

Many articles in the Prophet had degraded his character further, calling him a pervert and hinting at illegal Potions use to ensnare Hermione. Severus, the old bat, had said that he couldn’t muster up even one fuck to give about what the people thought, and rumor had it he had even given Hermione lines when she had offered to quit as his apprentice.

Even in the stark black Master’s robes she was stunning. Her makeup was lightly done, putting a bit of color on her pale face. Her hair was trapped in a claw behind her, with a few coiling tendrils loose at her face. He wondered if her hair was still as soft as it had been…

The thoughts were torturous. When he had finally pulled himself out of the dark pit that Grace’s flight had left him in, he realized what he had lost. Hermione had been infinitely patient with him, gently trying to pull him from his angry depression, but he had stubbornly refused to be saved. And when he had gotten his mind clear it was too late…at least, that’s how he felt.

Her letter had told him he could come to her. But as a man who had never really been shown unconditional love, he doubted her sincerity in this. That insecure child in him half expected it to be a trick, and if he went to her she would laugh at him for his weakness. The other, more mature half, the half that had been loved by Hermione and had loved her back knew that she would never do this. It was not in her nature. But the insecurity won out in this, and he did not take the risk.

He had ached for her. Several times he had felt like he would chafe himself to kindling trying to sate the loneliness of being without her. It was difficult returning to self-satisfaction after being with someone so satisfying. Seeing her even now, the graceful movements of her hands as she spoke to friends and acquaintances, stirred at his loins at made him long to bring her back to his bed.

Lucius shook himself bodily, something he rarely did in public, and then tossed back the rest of his drink. He swallowed the burning liquid with a slight grimace, and then resumed watching his pretty prey.

“You should go talk to her.”

The voice startled him, and he looked to the side, before his eyes traveled down slightly to meet glittering ruby eyes. Tom was a tall young man, but he was only ten, and did not begin to touch Lucius’ height.

Lucius sneered at the young man. “And who are you to go around giving relationship advice?” he asked. To his knowledge the Dark Lord had never had a steady girlfriend.

“Hermione never stopped talking about you. She still likes you. It really hurt her that you wouldn’t go to her.” Tom replied, straightening his casual green robes for imperceptible imperfections.

“She could have come to me.” Lucius said, knowing he sounded petulant. Tom smiled, transforming his face from the shadow of his past to something that Lucius was unfamiliar with.

“She could. But she wanted to you to want her in your own time. She did not want to force herself on you.” He said.

“And how do you know so much, little wise one?” Lucius snipped sarcastically. Tom gave a self-satisfied smile.

“No one thinks too much about talking in front of you if your nose is in a book. Those of us who are well skilled can read and listen at the same time.” He said. “And now we are brought back to the beginning: you should go talk to her. Ask her to dance.” Tom repeated, looking over at Hermione as she leaned down in front of Nikolai to kiss the young man’s forehead.

“I will speak to her in my own time.” Lucius said softly, his voice sounding unsure. Tom sighed.

“Nature’s first green is gold.” He started softly, looking up at Lucius again with intense eyes. “Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, As dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” He finished. His eyes caught the sparse light in their corner, and lit up scarlet for a moment, reminding Lucius of his other self. Dangerous, to be sure, but clever and ruthless. “Nothing gold can stay, Mr. Malfoy. Hermione will not long for you forever. I’m surprised she pined away this long…” he said, and then walked away, his expensive leather boots barely making a sound on the marble dance floor.

Nothing gold can stay.

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Hermione hugged Harry soundly. “I’m glad you all did this for me.” She said gratefully. He hugged her back with as much fervor and kissed the top of her head.

“You deserve it. You deserve to be celebrated.” He told her. She didn’t let him go, and Harry sighed softly as his chin rested on the top of her head. “What is it, Mione?” he asked softly. She drew a shaky breath.

“I only wish….that…” she trailed off.

“That Lucius would have come?” he asked softly, moving in time with the music that had been playing in the background. She nodded against his chest. “I know you miss him. We made the invitation public…” Harry murmured to her. He looked up to see Grace watching him. She knew that there was nothing romantic between Hermione and Harry. And by the Gods how he appreciated that she saw Hermione as a sister as well.

“I can’t do it anymore, Harry…” Hermione croaked, hiding her face in his robe.

“Hermione, love, I don’t know what to tell-” Harry stopped abruptly and she felt him stiffen up slightly. She pulled back and turned her head, gasping softly at the figure before her.

“Lucius…” she breathed, scarcely believing her eyes. He looked unsure, but he stood tall and proud, his silver hair hanging in sleek sheets on either side of his face. His eyes looked a bit glassy, though, and his pale face was a bit flushed. “You came to see me.” She said softly. She pulled back from Harry’s embrace, and looked at her feet demurely. “Why now?”

Lucius took a step towards her but paused and drew himself up again. “I…have jus’ *ahem* Just gathered the face to courage…er…the courage to face you.” He said, his voice slightly slurred. Hermione tilted her head slightly, absolutely befuddled, before her eyes widened.

“Lucius!” she admonished. “Are you drunk?”

He began to nervously pluck at invisible lint on his robes. “I may have had a bit of liquid courage.” He said, as if it were of no consequence.

“He doesn’t look that drunk…” Harry observed. Hermione exhaled sharply.

“Which for a Malfoy is drunk off their ass. He better be glad Draco cut out early for a date or his own son would be dragging him home by the ear…” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Lucius’ light brows furrowed angrily.

“He has no authority over me. I c-came to see you. I wanted to tell you I missed you.” He explained, his voice steadily rising in volume. A few people were starting to look over at their corner. Hermione shushed Lucius. “Don’t shush me, woman! I came to tell you something im…impot….important,.” he replied.

“Great Merlin! Calm down…” She hissed, moving forward with her hands out placatingly. He grabbed her hands and pulled her to him.

“Iluyu!” he stumbled out. Hermione could feel his hands trembling, and she took pity on him.

“Lucius…” she said gently, carefully pulling her hands from his grasp. “Let’s take you home before you embarrass yourself.”

“But…I love you.” He repeated, a bit more clearly this time. She smiled at him.

“I never stopped loving you.”

He looked at her for a few silent moments, as if expecting her to laugh in his face and take it back. She could not find it in her heart to be too angry with Lucius. He had been an ass, sure, but it was because this was all he had ever known. No one had ever cared for him because he was Lucius, everyone had wanted him because he was Lucius Malfoy. Through his own stories he had told her that even his own parents’ love had been conditional: if he did well in school, if he was a good polite Pureblood son at parties. Narcissa had cared for him once, but she too had never loved him fully.

For him to forget so many years of that just because of one person was foolish to think. She had basically gone through the stages of grief over their separation, but she could not bring herself to find acceptance with it. Part of her heart had refused to believe it, and that part had awoken with a vengeance the moment she saw him standing there.

She took his hand in a loose grip, and began pulling him along with her. She turned to Harry before she got too far, and gave him a silent, pleading look. He rolled his eyes in exasperation and clicked his tongue.

“I’ll take care of the people here…” he groused. She smiled at him, and continued leading Lucius from the room. Once they were safely out of the large room that had been used for her party, she drew him close to her and Apparated, landing them safely in the foyer of Malfoy Manor.

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Harry sighed and tossed back the rest of his fruity punch.

“I need something stronger for this…” he grumbled. A small tug on his outer robe caught his attention, and he looked down into the face of his daughter. Analyn looked upset about something. “What is it, button?” he asked, using her favorite nickname.

“Mama cwy.” She cooed. Harry’s dark eyebrows knitted and he looked to where Grace had been standing. She was sitting in one of the chairs now, her face in her hands. The twins were on either side of her, trying to pull her hands away from her face so they could comfort her.

Harry leaned down and picked up Analyn. “Let’s go make mama feel better.”

Grace heard his boots as he approached, and looked up from her hands. Her face was flushed and her eye makeup was smudged a bit.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. James moved away from her side, leaving a place for Harry to sit down and place Analyn back on her feet.

“He…he came t-to see her.” Grace choked. Harry’s face showed a dawning realization. She had seen her father come here….she had seen him go straight to Hermione. He sighed, and opened his arms. Grace moved into his embrace, and a sob escaped her as he pulled her close.

“Grace…my love, my sweet…my redemption. You didn’t want to see him like that. It wouldn’t have made anything better.

“He didn’t even look at me.” She sniffled.

“You’ll see him, Grace. You will, I promise you. But let them have their moment.” He said.

“Trouble in paradise?”

The sound of the voice immediately set Harry’s teeth on edge, and he looked up to see the reporter standing there, looking at him over the edge of her jeweled glasses, with her writing pad in one hand and the poison green quill in the other.

“No trouble at all, Miss Skeeter. My wife was just having a bit of an emotional moment. You know how women are sometimes….well…maybe you don’t.” he said, his green eyes narrowing at her. She merely smiled.

“It was an open invitation, Harry. You couldn’t expect me not to come…is there anything you would like to say to the public? Your fans want to know how you’ve been these past few years, Harry…” Rita purred.

“I have nothing to say. Not to you. If the Prophet wants an interview with me they’ll send a respectable reporter. You write nothing but tawdry, back pocket smut.” He said. Grace was stiff under his hands, but she was careful to keep her face buried against him, and for that he was grateful. Rita Skeeter was a parasite, and would latch onto any bit of something she could to drag him into the mud.

Rita gave him a dangerous smile. “You will regret making me an ememy, Harry Potter.” She snipped angrily. Harry returned her smile, and lit up his eyes in a display of powerful magic.

“No, Miss Skeeter….it is you who will regret making an enemy of me. I have faced Death and lived. I have entered his lair and returned. What can you claim? Your venomous quill doesn’t frighten me anymore. I stopped caring what the reader’s thought when I grew up.” He said. She sniffed angrily, turned on her wretchedly colored heel, and walked away. The twins gave each other a silent look, and then quickly followed her.

Grace pulled back from Harry’s chest.

“Don’t worry about her, love. She’s all bark.” He said, trying to hide a grin as James bumped into Skeeter ‘accidentally’ while Lucas slipped something into her small purse at her side. Hopefully it was something with many, many legs. The two, looking incredibly smug, turned back to their family and gave their father matching thumbs up.

“Mama hap’y?” Ana asked, having watched the display quietly. Grace turned to her daughter and scooped her up, giving her a tickle on her belly. Ana laughed uproariously and kicked her feet happily. James and Lucas fell over both of them, trying to get into the action of tickling Ana. Harry laughed at them, and grabbed each of them in one arm.

“You can’t all gang up on your sister!” he laughed, twisting back and forth to make their legs dangle.

It was a picture perfect moment for them, and Death watched them from a corner.

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Lucius stumbled a bit when Hermione landed them in the foyer of Malfoy Manor, but managed to catch himself. He drew up straight and tall again, before turning to Hermione.

“I need to t-talk to you.” He said, desperately trying to convey his message.

“Lucius, it’s okay.” Hermione said, taking his hand. But he would not budge.

“Please.” He said. The simple word stilled her, and she turned back to him. He slipped his arm from her grasp and lifted his hands to cup her face. His eyes were suspiciously wet but he didn’t shed any tears. “I let you go.” He began, his voice soft.

She started to open her mouth and he moved his thumbs over her lips to stop her from speaking. “No, please. Please, love….let me g-get all of this out.” He paused for a moment, and she nodded her head. His thumbs moved away, and stroked at her cheeks slightly.

“I let y-you go. I shouldn’t have. I kept…expecting you to come to me. I wanted you to come to me. I didn’t…I didn’t want to have to go to you. I was so….” He paused, as if the words wouldn’t come. His silver eyes locked with hers. “I was afraid. I was a blinded, stupid coward. I love you. Every day away from you was like a painful death. But I was too proud and afraid to seek you out. I’m so sorry. I want…I want to try again…” he began to stumble over his words, and this time alcohol-induced tears began.

“Lucius…” Hermione said softly. She reached up and swiped the tears from his face. “I never got over us. I never accepted that you might not want me. At first I was sad, then I got angry, then I just tried to forget. But I never…quite…finished with you. I want to try again, too….” She said. His eyes closed. “But.” She said firmly. He stiffened up under her hands. “But if you do something so monumentally silly again I won’t be so forgiving.” She finished.

With a great sigh of relief he pulled her towards him, meeting her lips in a searing kiss. She was stunned silent for a moment, before she began to return the kiss. They kissed hungrily for several moments before Lucius finally pulled back, his eyes smoldering like molten metal.

“I need you.” He grunted, his voice hoarse with arousal. Hermione’s chest was heaving as though she’d been in a marathon.

“I need you too.” She said finally. Lucius took hold of the thick material near her neck and yanked, popping several of the little buttons and scattering them across the floor. “Damn it!” she hissed.

“I’ll have it repaired.” He said desperately, grabbing the open neckline and jerking the thick robes open. Buttons scattered everywhere, but Hermione paid very little attention to her damaged Master’s robes. She had worn very little under the thick material, and now felt quite exposed. She was wearing a thin grey camisole with no bra, and her nipples were straining against the soft material. She had also worn only a simple black skirt underneath the robes, and strappy lace underwear beneath that to attempt to stay cool.

Hermione moaned softly as he drank in the sight of her flimsy underclothing. She reached forward and unclasped the silver buckle of his outer robes, shifting her hips slightly when he shrugged the material off of his arms and let it fall on the floor. She tugged his soft button-up out of his trousers and went for his belt as his mouth met hers again. Their warm-up was their oral battle for dominance and each could smell the arousal of the other.

Lucius was steadily backing Hermione up as she finally jerked his belt out of the loops of his trousers, and tossed it with a tinkling cluck to the marble floor of the foyer. She reached for his buttons as her bottom pressed against an odds and ends decorative table against the wall. Lucius broke their contact for a moment to shove a gaudy porcelain statuette off of the table and shushed Hermione’s protest by picking her up and plopping her on the table, immediately situating himself between her legs and shoving up her skirt. His hands traveled down her legs to shove off the short black heels on her feet.

He linked his fingers into the straps of her knickers, and she shifted her hips upwards as he tugged them down her bare legs, pulling back as he slipped them completely off. He tucked them in his pocket as he took in the sight of her now.

She was gasping for breath as she leaned back against the wall. Her legs were spread just enough for him to see her soft pink pussy, the slit glistening ever so slightly with the dew of her arousal. He growled seductively when she shifted her skirt up further and spread her legs wide, revealing a sight that he hadn’t seen in four years. He almost came like a pimply fourth year as she dipped a finger into her little honey pot, and held out her hand to him. He grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her hand to his mouth, licking the sweet arousal from her finger. She shuddered beneath his hot gaze, and whimpered when he nipped her finger.

He finished unbuttoning his pants, and groaned aloud in satisfaction as his cock popped free of its confines. She laughed suddenly.

“Still no underwear….” She said with amusement. He growled at her audacity and reached forward to grab her hips and pull her firmly to the edge of the table. She gasped as he lined up the weeping head of his cock with her opening. Her gasp turned into a howl of sweet fulfillment as he pushed himself inside with little preamble. She felt as if she were filled to her eyeballs and her hands tangled into his hair as he began to move inside her.

Their lips met again as he thrust into her, slapping the wooden table against the wall with dull thuds. Their tongues orally simulated their age-old dance, thrusting and meeting in desperate rhythm.

Hermione’s legs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer to her. He nipped at her lip and his hands were suddenly everywhere, pushing up her camisole shirt and cupping her breasts. He flicked her nipples roughly and gasped as her nails dug into the back of his neck. Hermione’s head fell back, thudding gently against the wall behind her. She groaned deeply as he pinched her sensitive nipples.

A light sheen of sweat was developing across their faces as Lucius bit down hard on his tongue to try to stave off an early orgasm. He was not going to last much longer. One hand left her sensitive, heaving breasts to reach to the place where they were connected. He found the stiff, sensitive nubbin of flesh just above her opening, and flicked at it firmly with a long finger.

“Fuckity fuck fuck fucker!” Hermione snapped. Her hips bucked violently, slamming the table back against the wall sharply and probably damaging the paint behind it. “Do it again, you fucking sorcerer!” she gasped. He felt his balls drawing up in preparation of orgasm, and desperately flicked at her clit several times in succession, successfully knocking her over into a surprise orgasm.

She sank her sharp nails deeper into the flesh of his neck and positively howled her release. Lucius was a few moments behind her, bellowing curses as her clutching, hungry cunt milked his cock completely. Their orgasms seemed to last for hours, but after a few moments his stiff muscles relaxed and he nearly collapsed to his knees. He held onto the table for a few anxious moments before he braved a look at her face.

She was out cold, her chest still heaving from their encounter. He gently tugged down her camisole before withdrawing his softening cock from her. A few droplets of cum dribbled down her slit and onto the robes beneath her. He tucked himself away and straightened his trousers, before pulling her forward and removing the thick black robes from her arms.

“Mint.” He gasped, pulling her skirt down to cover her private bits.

The elf appeared immediately, looking far too smug for a subservient creature.

“Master calls?”

“Fix these robes. Do not bother us.” He said breathlessly. He gathered Hermione’s boneless form into his arms before Disapparating to his bedroom.

The elf grinned as her Master disappeared. The elves had all sensed the Miss’ magic back in the manor, and had cheered at the sounds coming from the foyer. She cheerfully gathered the damaged robes and summoned the buttons. She popped back into her little den, laying out the robes and buttons on her little sewing table.

Then she popped into her Master’s room. The two were curled up on his bed in their clothes on top of the covers, but his arms were around her protectively and she had tangled their legs together. The elf had to suppress a squeal of pleasure, and dutifully covered them both with an extra blanket. Hermione snuggled down deeply beneath the soft blanket, and Lucius’ socked feet immediately shifted out from under the thick blanket. The elf regarded the two for a few moments more before popping away to alert one of the kitchen elves to prepare a light snack for when the two woke up. Then she obediently reappeared in her own den to repair Hermione’s robes.

Hermione and Lucius would talk out their feelings more later, but for the next several hours they enjoyed a post-orgasmic nap.

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..........Well? I mean, it only took them four years, but was it good? Was it hot? :D
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