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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so

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A/N: As always a big thank you to my fab beta, Mamacita who puts up with me missing all my punctuation during speeches and generally makes things better.
Werewolfhime — I'm sorry but you're behind me in the Lucius hugging queue. Tbh, I'd give him up for Severus . . . although actually, mmm . . . yes, well . . . I'd better stop thoughts like that or they'll get me into trouble *LOL*
Hilda Malfoy — Yep Ron and Hermione are both a bit pig-headed so they're not going to kiss and make up immediately I guess. I love the idea of Neville! So much so that I almost considered rewriting the whole story just to have it happen. Hmm, maybe there's another story in there just waiting to come out!
Meankitty69 — Welcome aboard, the ride's just getting started!
Heidi191976 — Thank you for your kind words. It's going to be interesting to see what Lucius does, isn't it?
Voracious Reader - Blimey you're not my beta hiding under an assumed name are you? That's exactly the question she asked me.*LOL* I'm thinking not genetic, but who knows?

Hermione had struggled to concentrate during Herbology, her nausea turning into a nagging headache caused by lack of sleep. Now she was heading back to the castle for a double Potions lesson and she was dreading it. Not only did she have to contend with Professor Snape, the teacher she most disliked, but she would have to see Ron. She just hoped Harry wouldn’t try to convince her to make friends with him again.
She had been further analysing Ron’s actions of the previous day and realised now that his pretending to be seeing a Ravenclaw rather than her was a clever way of hiding what had been going on. Hermione couldn’t even accuse him of the things he had done, as he would just deny it all. She was left out in the cold and had no choice but to make up with him if she was to stay friends with Harry.
But not yet. It hurt too much for her to let it go just yet, and realising that he had stitched her up hadn’t helped. Hermione slowly made her way down the dungeon corridor towards the Potions classroom, hoping that Ron and Harry were already in there, that way she wouldn’t have to talk to them for another few hours yet.
‘What’s the matter, Granger? Had an argument with your boyfriend, Weasleby?’
Hermione sighed as she recognised the sneering voice of Draco Malfoy and turned to see him striding confidently down the corridor followed by his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. She really wasn’t in the mood for them.
‘Why don’t you just shut up for a change, Ferret?’ she replied coldly.
‘How dare you talk to me like that, you filthy little Mudblood,’ Draco spat.
Hermione just laughed. The word had no power now, not from someone as pathetic as Malfoy — not when it had done so much damage to her life already.
‘Oh, give it a rest, why don’t you?’ she exclaimed and stormed into the classroom. She dropped her bag on the table with a loud bang, which earned her a glare from Professor Snape. Well, she didn’t care, she was in a foul mood now. She glared back at the Potions Master defiantly, then opened her bag and pulled out her Potions books and parchment, quill and ink.
Amazingly, Snape chose not to punish her insolence instead, setting them a mind-bendingly difficult potion to brew. Hermione was glad as it gave her the opportunity to stop thinking about other things. There was no room for lack of concentration with this potion; one slip and the whole thing would be ruined.
Hermione had a one-hundred-percent record with her potions and didn’t intend to ruin that record because of some stupid boy. She set to work carefully chopping her daisy roots into equal-sized pieces, the work soon relaxing and inspiring her as it often did. By the end of the lesson, she had produced a perfect potion. She bottled and labelled it, then set to work cleaning her equipment, feeling happier than she had all day.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last. Harry and Ron waited for her on the way out of Potions, although it was clear that Ron didn’t really want to be in the same place as her. Hermione flushed slightly as a vision of the two of them mid-coitus slid into her brain, and she began to feel annoyed again. He had tricked her into having sex with him and now he didn’t even want to talk to her. How had she ever considered him a friend?
Harry desperately wanted to try to sort things out between his two friends but knew there was nothing he could do; he just had to stand by and wait for the inevitable explosion. He wished Ron would just apologise to Hermione about the previous night — although he had to admit she did seem to be rather over-reacting, so maybe something else was going on between them.
Neville joined them as they entered the Great Hall and Hermione was grateful as it gave her someone else to talk to, making it easier for her to ignore Ron. As soon as the meal was over, Hermione rose. She had Arithmancy next, while the boys had a free period. At least she wouldn’t have to see Ron for a while. She headed towards the exit after mumbling a quiet goodbye to the boys.
Harry nudged Ron. ‘Go and talk to her,’ he hissed.
Ron looked petulant. ‘Why should I? She’s the one with the problem.’
Harry sighed. ‘Ron, just do it. Please.’
Ron nodded and stood, grabbing his bag, and headed after Hermione. He caught up with her as she crossed the lawn heading towards the West tower.
‘Hermione. Please. Hermione, stop.’
Hermione speeded up as he drew alongside her. She wasn’t ready for this confrontation. Ron grabbed her arm to stop her.
‘Let go of me, Ronald,’ she hissed, her eyes blazing with fury.
‘Well, stop and talk to me, then,’ Ron replied equally angrily.
‘Why should I talk to you?’ Hermione asked sadly. ‘What good would it do?’
Ron looked at her in bewilderment. He didn’t know what he had done to upset his friend, just knew that he obviously had.
‘I’m sorry about last night,’ he said quietly. ‘It should never have happened.’
Hermione looked at him in astonishment. Was he apologising for what he had said to her, or for the whole evening?
‘I thought you loved me,’ she said miserably, the tears starting again however much she willed them not to.
Ron looked at her, distraught. ‘Course I do, silly,’ he said, pulling her into his arms. ‘Let’s not argue anymore, eh? I hate us not being friends.’
Hermione relaxed into Ron’s arms, wanting nothing more than for him to hold her like this forever. But then those words flashed through her brain again and she pulled away from him.
‘I’m sorry, Ron, I can’t. Not now. It’s too soon.’
Ron looked at her in confusion. He had no idea what she was talking about.
‘Hermione?’
‘Not now,’ she repeated and ran off across the lawn to her lesson, the tears drying on her cheeks as she went.
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