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Codename: Creampuff	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 16839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***DISCLAIMER***Not mine�blah blah blahbety-blah

A/N: And now, a line from that movie Titanic� �Lemon, dead ahead!� (okay, okay
� so they said �iceberg��whatever.)

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Lucius was having the best dream he�d had since before
Azkaban.� While incarcerated and
surrounded by the depressive element of the Dementors, dreams quickly became
nightmares � even now, after being free for over two months, he rarely had what
others would term a �good night.�� At the
moment however, his subconscious had conjured up a scenario involving himself,
Hermione Granger, silken restraints and, inexplicably, a House Elf named
Bobbin.� In his dream, Hermione was just
starting to tie his hands together when he felt himself begin the unwelcome
journey towards wakefulness.� His
still-slumbering body grunted in protest at this interruption and he was slowly
becoming aware of not only the cooler air in the room, but a pleasant swelling
between his legs as well.� His attempt at
resuming his dream was thwarted by a gasp close by, so he opened his eyes to
see Hermione staring at him, slack-jawed.

�And I thought you weren�t a lesbi-� he stopped suddenly,
aware that something about his voice was different; it usually sounded much
higher ever since Dumbledore had played that dirty trick on him, but now it
sounded just like it did when�

He lurched upright and looked down at his lap to see
something he hadn�t seen for a long time.�
Lucius was just about to call out in surprise when he realized that his
companion already knew all about it, since that was what she had been
ogling.� Trying to make eye contact with
her was a complete failure, so he folded a corner of his blanket over himself.� �May I help you?� he asked faux-politely,
intensely amused at her absorption in staring at his body � this was beyond good.�

�Oh! I didn�t � I wasn�t�get up, already!�� She blushed
furiously.� �I mean, wake up.� You�re already up.� I mean � put
some clothes on!� she fled from the room so fast he could have sworn she had
Apparated.� Lucius smiled and stretched
leisurely, enjoying the feeling of having his own body back as well as
Hermione�s reaction to him � it was as if the past few months in his company
had never happened, he thought humorously.�
He decided to take advantage of her newfound shyness, but first things
first�his eyes returned to his lap.� A
quick look towards the door (it had been left standing wide open) showed that
Hermione was involved in a flurry of unnecessary activity � he was relatively
certain that Floo powder never needed sifting � yet was continually stealing
glances in at him, mistakenly thinking that he didn�t see her.�

A common misconception was that wizards afflicted with an
erection usually drank a �deflating draught� instead of taking the situation
well in hand.� Really.� Lucius wasn�t sure
who made that ridiculous notion up, but he was
sure that the person certainly had never had a penis. Cramming a pillow behind
his head, he leaned back and began to reach underneath the blankets; a clinking
sound and a muffled curse proved that his partner was indeed watching and had
succeeded in tipping over the Floo powder.�
Raising the knee closest to her so that it obstructed her sight � he
wondered if she would be bold enough to walk closer so that she could have a
clear view � Lucius closed his eyes and spread his legs wider.

It had been a long, long time since he had been able to do
this properly � he had attempted to gain relief in his female form, but he
hadn�t quite gotten the hang of it yet�every time he seemed to have been
approaching climax, any sort of stray thought would put him off and he had
grown so frustrated that he had eventually admitted defeat.� In this
body, however�he knew exactly what to do.�
One hand curled around his shaft and began to pump slowly, the thumb
swirling over his glans on every up-stroke while the fingers of his other hand
pulled and kneaded his testicles.� Lucius
shifted his hips and opened his eyes, sliding them towards the open doorway where
he could see Hermione standing there.�
Watching him.� The mere sight of
her, cheeks pink with embarrassment and wide eyes locked onto the movement of
his hands, made his body react strongly.�
She seemed utterly incapable of moving her eyes away and her moistened
lips were parted ever so slightly�Lucius thought of those lips wrapped around
him and growled deep in his throat, moving his hand faster until he felt a
feeling he had been long denied surging within him - pleasure flooded through
his body and he came violently, arching his back and reveling in his climax.

His limbs slackened and Lucius lay back amongst the rumpled
blankets to catch his breath and enjoy the tiny aftershocks of pleasure
radiating from his groin.� Remembering
his audience he lazily rolled his head back to where Hermione had been
standing, expecting to see a shocked expression on her face.� Surprisingly, the doorway was empty�he had
been sure that she had stayed to watch.�
Ah, well.� Lucius stretched
languorously and after performing a nonverbal cleansing spell, sauntered out of
the room intending to shower.�
Unfortunately for Hermione, he was still fully nude and in a
particularly mischievous mindset � as soon as he saw her flush at his appearance
(really, what was wrong with the woman?) he lifted his index finger.� �Taste?� he offered politely.�

It was certainly one of the best ideas he�d come up with
lately, he decided as he watched her mouth close, open, and then close
again.� �That�s disgusting,� she finally
managed.

Smirking, Lucius went in to take a shower, hearing his
companion yell something behind him as he closed the door.� Turning on the taps, he stared at himself in
the mirror critically and frowned.� His
silvery blond hair seemed the same as ever, but upon closer inspection he found
several strands of white at his temples.�
What did you expect, to be young
forever? Irritated, he slammed the palm of his hand hard against his
reflection and showered, his good mood ruined at this irrefutable evidence of
age.��

His shower completed and his bad temperament mostly in
control, Lucius dug through his pile of Transfigured clothing in search of
something to wear.� �Unfortunately, all of his clothing was far too
small and his irritation at the discovery of the white hair was still such that
he couldn�t concentrate enough to Transfigure something to fit.� Ignoring Hermione�s calls for packing
assistance he sat cross-legged on the bed and propped his chin on a fist,
staring at the scattered clothing until Hermione burst through the door.

�Lucius! We have
to leave in one hour � come help me pack, and for Merlin�s sake, put some clothes on!�

He glared half-heartedly at her.� �Go?�
Go where? And these won�t fit,� he said as he gestured to the pile.

�Order Headquarters, remember? You running wild amongst the
Weasleys�? Don�t tell me you forgot, and why don�t you just Transfigure
something? You graduated from Hogwarts before I was born so you must know�
what�s wrong?�

That�s right; remind
me of my state of decrepitude.� �I
don�t want to talk about it.�� He was
trying his hardest not to seem sulky, but suspected that he was fighting a
losing battle. He didn�t like asking for her help � as if he would have even
considered it? Ha!� Lucius also didn�t
want her to know that he had forgotten that they were supposed to move in with
the rest of those fools.� Contempt filled
him suddenly for his new �allies� � he was on no side but his own.� Every derogatory comment that would fit the
Weasleys, Dumbledore, and that idiot boy Potter rushed to the front of his
mind.� Hermione was chastising him for
something else now, Merlin only knew what, and he focused upon her, seeing the
perfect outlet for his anger.� �Do shut up, Hermione � all you Mudbloods seem to be afflicted with
verbal diarrhea.� Are your Muggle parents this bothersome?� he
snarled.

She stood stock-still in shock, her mouth opening and
closing while tears began to form in the corners of her eyes.� Lucius felt�odd, watching her distress
and knowing he was responsible for it.� Is that any way to treat the only companion
you�ve had since you left Azkaban? A voice asked critically.� He felt a most peculiar urge to actually
apologize, something he never did � the reflex had been trained out of him at
the age of 4, if he remembered correctly. �When he opened his mouth to say something, anything that would stop the tears from
spilling from those beautiful brown eyes, what came out was, �You know, these
endless emotional outbursts are of no interest to me � you might try gaining
the sympathy of your own kind.��

He felt a kind of horror as he heard these words coming out
of his mouth and fought to produce an apology but it was too late.� Hermione swung at him and he made no attempt
to evade the blow that he knew he deserved, accepting the sting of pain as his
due.� �You�ll never change, you
worthless, evil�creature,� she spat
at him as she stormed out.

A strange feeling that had been building within him ever
since he had begun the round of verbal abuse now intensified, and all at once
he realized what was happening to him.�
�Shite,� he swore, his mind racing as he tried to think of a
counter-spell that would arrest the change.�
Seconds later, he sat amid the clothing strewn across the room and
sighed heavily.� At least they would all
fit now.� Lucius dressed slowly and
flicked his fingers angrily in a spell to reduce and condense all of the
contents of the room before he went to find Hermione.

She was in the kitchen packing without even using
magic.� Her hair was a mess, her eyes
were red, and her skin was slightly blotchy from weeping; Lucius felt a sharp
twinge in his chest � she looked beautiful.�
Hermione hadn�t seen him yet, so he stayed where he was and let his eyes
rest upon her face.� She hiccupped and
brushed at her eyes clumsily with a sleeve and he felt renewed shame and guilt
wriggling in his stomach. Of course, it may have just been hunger pangs,
but�the urge to apologize nearly overwhelmed him and he spoke.� �I�m sorry,� he blurted, making her jump in
surprise.

She turned towards him with an incredulous look. �What?�

�You know, sorry.�
That we have to leave today � you�ll miss one of your classes,� he
improvised.� From the look in her eyes,
she wasn�t buying it.� �Because I know
how much you like that class,� he continued (digging himself a deeper hole, but
the hiccups had ceased and she was looking at him with strangely bright eyes)
�And because you need all the help you can get,� he finished with a flourish so
that she wouldn�t get too ahead of herself.�

Hermione sighed, shook her head, and put her hands on her
hips. �Lucius Malfoy, are you apologizing to me?�

�Of course not,� he assured her.�

For some reason that made her smile at him and offer him
breakfast.� He briefly wondered if it was
poisoned, but then told himself that Dumbledore hadn�t freed him from prison
just to be murdered at the hands of a tiny witch.� At least he hoped that was the case.� At any rate, Hermione was a terrible cook and
he was constantly informing her of this fact�unfortunately this never stopped
her from messing about the kitchen, so he had taken on the challenge and
actually learned to cook.� �How many
times do I have to tell you that even Goblins
wouldn�t want anything you�ve cooked?� he reminded her now.� �You didn�t reduce the food, did you?�� Moments later he realized that he had fallen
quite neatly into her trap when he saw that she hadn�t made anything at all �
she had simply been waiting for him to cook so that she wouldn�t have to.� �Are you sure you were Sorted properly?� he
asked ruefully.

She preened at the implied compliment and withdrew her wand
from her back pocket to being packing magically.� �Make enough for me, Lucy,� she teased,
planting a kiss on his cheek as she went by.�
�And I accept your apology.�

�I didn�t apologize,� he grumbled.�

As they transferred their belongings � and the sacred
armchair, Merlin forbid that
monstrosity be left behind � to 12 Grimmauld Place, Lucius thought about his
situation; for some time now, he had been plagued by strange thoughts and
feelings that he didn�t particularly care for (or understand, for that
matter).� He had originally attributed it
to his gender switch and intrusive female hormones, but lately he wasn�t so
sure.� But then again...he checked the
small calendar that Hermione kept over the sink.� It was
nearly time for what Hermione referred to as his monthlies.� That had
been a nasty surprise and half.� He
wasn�t sure why Dumbledore had done this to him in the first place (other than
for embarrassment purposes) but he certainly had a greater respect for what
witches had to contend with.

His appearance at Order Headquarters caused the usual
testosterone surge when his �fan club� got wind of his arrival; they
immediately began tripping over themselves to offer him food, drinks, and the
inevitable date � all of which he declined with a steely glare.� They had been relegated to the very top floor
of Grimmauld Place,
the new level that Dumbledore had created for the new arrivals.� Lucius hoped that the Transfiguration had
depleted the old bastard�s energy level by a significant amount, enough to
teach him a lesson about meddling in other people�s business.�

Hermione wasn�t best pleased at their accommodation either,
a fact which endeared her that much more to him�but when he discovered that the
Headmaster had only created one room for the pair of them, he better understood
her ire.� Lucius no longer had a problem
sharing a room with the comely Gryffindor, and the fact that she was upset about it�well.� That proved that she was worried about his possible
reversion to a male body.� While she was
downstairs complaining, he quickly sorted through her clothing and Transfigured
select items, altering the level of opacity in some and changing the hem length
of her more frumpy nightshirts�it certainly wouldn�t do to share a room with a
witch who dressed as if she were her own grandmother.

Molly Weasley yodeled up at him about dinner and he sighed
when, ducking into the room, he found that he was seated between Hermione and a
man who looked as if he had been born in a rubbish heap.� Lucius� lip curled as the filthy man
introduced himself as Mundungus Fletcher and was practically salivating as he
pulled out the chair for �Lucy.�� He sat
down unwillingly, Hermione on his left side and the walking rubbish bin on his
right, and began to eat.� Severus came
into the room to speak with Albus, and the two Housemates nodded to each other
soberly.� Lucius had just taken a
mouthful of ale when he felt a hand grasp his right thigh; without giving any
indication as to what he was about to do, he calmly picked up his fork and sunk
the tines into the offending hand.

Mundungus let out a caterwauling screech that made Dumbledore
nearly fall of his chair in surprise. Molly, busily ladling steaming hot gravy
onto one of her children�s plates, was so startled that she dumped the entire
contents of the serving spoon into Ron�s lap.�
Harry spit out his mouthful of butterbeer into Ginny�s eyes, Ginny�s
flailing arms caught either Fred or George squarely on the nose, and whichever
twin had been her unintentional target fell onto the floor and landed on
Crookshanks who promptly climbed up the inside of Severus� leg, hissing and
spitting all the while.� Hermione simply
held her head in her hands, waving at him in permission when he asked if he
could use her fork.� �What am I going to
do with you?� she asked in mock-despair, fighting the smile that was
threatening to creep over her face.

�I can think of quite a few things,� he leered. �Rubbish Heap staggered by them (still yelling
and trying to remove the fork from his hand) being chased by Molly Weasley, who
was insisting that he keep still and let her take care of it. Dumbledore
favored him with a disapproving look, to which he replied with, �Pass the salt,
would you?�

When order had finally been restored in the dining area,
Lucius tugged Hermione off behind him up the stairs to bed.� �You�ve a class in the morning,� he reminded
her, all the while thinking of how she would look in the altered nightshirts.� The room had been enlarged to fit both of
them, and he slyly Transfigured both their beds into one large one as soon as
she left to change her clothes. An outraged screech from the direction of the
lavatory made him grin � she didn�t sound very happy about his tailoring.� Pointing towards the other room he summoned
the rest of her clothing and it zoomed out to the accompaniment of another
little shriek; now she would either have to come out of the loo wearing what he
had made for her, or in nothing but her skin.�
Whatever her choice was, it was a win-win situation for him� Lucius put
his hands behind his head and waited.

Tbc�

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