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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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*Squee* I was overwhelmed by the wonderful responses. Now I will explain why this took a day or so longer than I expected. Not only do I have to work every day this week, those wonderful reviews have just caused me to overhaul the last half of the story. My brain works very interestingly. I see the scenes in my head, like a movie only I can watch. I suppose that's why I pay more attention to the detail of action instead of surroundings. Anyway, I have been messing around with the storyline a little in my head, and I think I like where this is going to go. :3

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Grace opened her eyes and stretched, looking up into the dark green canopy of her bed. Her father had given her a room in the familial suites wing of the vast manor house, and had even assigned her a house elf. She didn’t quite agree with having house elves, but there had been a few in Neil’s house and so she knew how to deal with them.

She was learning that there was a big difference between American house elves and British house elves. The American counterparts to the small house servants were very opinionated and could be quite sarcastic when the need hit them. Sort of like their masters, she supposed. But the British ones were oppressed and very submissive, and the one had leaked tears when she thanked it. Pitiful.

She rolled off of the high, fluffy bed and walked to the closet she’d put her meager possessions in. It wasn’t that her and her mother were poor, but she hadn’t been able to take a lot of things with her when she left the States, and she had left a good majority of her clothes behind.

Today she slipped on snug-fitting jeans and a dark blue shirt with a v-neck and flowing peasant sleeves. She slipped on her boots again, and then went to the bathroom to apply her makeup.

She hadn’t come straight to Wiltshire to her father’s house. She had been truthful when she’d told him that she’d researched him first. She still needed to breach the topic of this ‘Death Eater’ thing, but that was a bridge she’d cross when she came to it. She knew she had a half-brother living on the continent, and her father’s wife had divorced him and was currently married to a successful Italian Healer. Her family was very old and very pure, and had basically led the magical world politically and financially for centuries. The public opinion seemed to paint them up as stuffy and traditional.

Her lips curled up like the Grinch before he stole from the poor little Whos. She would have so much fun flipping everyone’s opinion of her and her family upside down.

She retrieved her eyeliner stick from her makeup bag, and made sure it was sharpened before leaning towards the mirror.

Back home people had a tendency to judge her as stupid for the blonde hair on her head. It seemed that the lighter the color, the stupider people thought someone was. She’d found a long time ago that if she wore heavy eye makeup, people seemed to reverse that opinion and instead think she was just a clever little gothic girl hiding behind a mop of silver hair. Eyeliner had become her way of masking herself. The matching black lips were merely another facet of her mystery.

Once she’d smudged the dark liner artistically, she leaned back and stared at herself in the mirror with a critical eye. Then she winked at her reflection.

“My genes are amazing!” she commented idly, before turning slightly and checking out the way her pants hugged her posterior. “And so are my jeans! Wha-pow!”

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Lucius sat at the table, a plate of fluffy scrambled eggs and chewy bacon sitting in front of him. He was reclined slightly in his chair and had the paper open to the Business section. He reached forward and picked up his glass of orange juice, bringing the glass to his lips just as the door to the breakfast room was thrown open with too much zeal. He started slightly, pouring orange juice down the front of his shirt.

“Gooooooood Morning everyone! And by everyone I mean you, dad!” Grace sang in an annoyingly cheerful voice.

Lucius tossed his paper aside and glared at the interruption to his life and his morning.

“Do that again and I will peel the skin off of your bottom with a strap.” He growled, reaching into his sleeve and pulling his wand. Grace’s blonde eyebrows shot to her hairline.

“Wow. Who pissed in your cornflakes?” she asked, trying to ignore the knot that had settled in her stomach. That threat was far too similar to Neil’s for her tastes.

“No one should be this loud and obnoxious this early in the morning.” Lucius returned, cleaning the mess on his clothes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so crabby…” Grace mumbled, sitting down at the table and reaching for the platter of eggs. Her father’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in an almost painful grip. She gasped softly and looked up to see his silver eyes narrowed at her.

“Do not test me, girl. You won’t like the repercussions.” He said, his voice low and deceptively soft. He released her wrist, and was pleased to see her look away. She poured a glass of juice and sipped at it morosely, her brows furrowed in thought.

“I contacted Draco. I want to tell him about you before I contact someone in the media to break the story of your arrival. I daresay if I don’t go to them they’ll print some story about you being some sordid underage slave or something.” He said, picking his paper back up. There was blessed silence for about thirty seconds.

“What’s he like?” Grace asked. Lucius didn’t lower his paper.

“Draco? He’s a bit on the testy side. He has his mother’s temper and my sharp tongue. Don’t expect a warm welcome from him. He doesn’t really like surprises.”

“You mean like ‘Oh by the way, you’re joining this cult I’m a part of. It comes with a nifty tattoo’ Sort of surprise?” Grace blurted out. Oh god…so much for crossing that bridge when she came to it. His paper lowered, and he slowly folded it and placed it on the table. Grace swallowed as he stood up.

“Come with me.” He snapped.

“Oh, no thank you, I think I’m fine right here…” she stalled.

“You have ten seconds to stand and follow me or I swear to Merlin I will drag you up by the hair of your head.”

He looked angry, his pale face flushed and his eyes fairly glowing. Heart pounding, Grace pushed her chair back and stood up, walking slowly around the table. He turned on his heel and stalked from the room. Grace followed slowly, cursing herself and her overactive mouth. Neil had told her several times that she lacked a ‘brain to mouth’ filter. As soon as a thought popped into her head she more often than not said it, much to her chagrin.

“Dad…” she started.

“Be silent!” he barked. She winced slightly and trudged along after him. It felt as if she’d swallowed a ball of ice, and it just got worse as he led her down an open hallway and towards a set of French glass doors. Was he going to throw her out? Had she already pissed him off enough to literally be thrown out on her ear?

But the door didn’t lead into the open yard, but into a fenced in, sprawling garden. Several trees dotted the perimeter, and there were rows and clumps of the most beautiful flowers she’d ever seen. She looked up at her father, her confusion clear on her face.

“Do you know how to pick a switch?” he asked her, and her eyes widened almost comically.

“Oh come on, dad! I didn’t mean it! I just…I was only…Please not that…” she stuttered, wrapping her arms around herself and trying to make herself as small a target as possible. But he only stared her down, his glare intense and his stature unyielding. “No.” she finally choked out. “I was switched once, but I didn’t cut it. Neil did.” She said.

He reached out at the door and flipped up a little hidden panel, withdrawing a small pocket knife. “Follow me.” He said simply, heading towards the nearest tree. She wasn’t sure what kind they were. They weren’t overly large, and had willowy, supple branches with leaves that were just starting to turn with the weather. “When you pick a switch, do not pick one that is too thin or I’ll break it over your arse and have you pick another one. If it’s too thick I’ll give you a few stripes with it and make you try again. The best switch is a little smaller than the tip of a wand, a little longer than your arm, and should not break when swished.” He held out the pocket knife for her, and she stared blankly at his hand.

“No.” she said suddenly, taking a few steps backward. “You can’t. I’ll…I’ll run away!”

“Feel free. Then I won’t have to deal with you. But know this: if you leave this house with the intent of running away, you will not get another chance to be here. I will not take you back if you leave. Or, you can stay and receive punishment for that inconsiderate tongue of yours. Draco had a similar problem, I’ll have you know. He didn’t seem to be able to filter what came out of his mouth. I’ve found that this method is quite effective at turning on that filter.”

She swallowed around her dry tongue, staring at her father. He seemed so indifferent standing there, as if he were talking about the weather and not about whipping her with a frigging branch.

“Isn’t there any other way?” she asked, her bottom lip trembling.

“Not so acerbic now, are you girl?” he asked. “I will teach you how to function in society, and blurting out anything that comes to mind is ill-bred and unacceptable. Now you have one last chance to come here, or I will see to it your things are on the front lawn in an hour.”

After several long, tense moments she stepped towards Lucius again, and he held out the pocket knife. She took the last few steps towards him, and took the knife from his hand. She looked at the tree before her, and with trembling fingers she flipped up the blade. She reached forward and put her hand on a thin branch, and looked back at her father to see if that one was appropriate. She could gather nothing from his expression, and so she reached forward and cut the little branch at its base. She swished it in the air, and whimpered when it whistled forbodingly.

“Now take off the leaves.”

She handed him back the knife and he flipped down the blade as she took off the leaves. Then he held out his hand and she placed the willowy switch in his palm.

“I switched Draco on the bare, but as you are female I will give you the benefit of keeping your knickers on. But you will take those abominable pants down to your knees.” He said. Grace knew better than to argue. If Neil had taught her anything it was that arguing made everything so much worse. So, she wordlessly unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down to her knees. “Over that branch right there.” He said, pointing to a low branch with the tip of the switch.

Indeed one of the branches was low enough to bend over, as if Nature had conspired against the young inhabitants of Malfoy Manor to provide both a means and a place for a stinging bottom. The branch supported her weight, and she immediately covered her face to hide her shame.

Lucius sneered slightly at the be-damned lacy under things she was wearing, and then drew the switch back. It came down in a whistling fury, snapping against her barely protected bottom with a sharp crack. To her credit she only yelped and jerked when it hit.

The punishment only lasted about thirty seconds, but the fifteen welts he left on her backside would be with her for the next few days. When he delivered the last one he lowered the switch and regarded her curiously.

She was no stranger to pain. He could see it in the way she was carefully restraining her reactions. He heard her stifled sniffles, and he was sure when she removed her hands from her face her eyes would be wet with tears, but other than that initial yelp, she’d made no noise. She hadn’t pulled out of position, and she’d not reached for her smarting bottom as Draco had done many times, despite instructions for the opposite.

“Up.” He ordered. She stood from over the branch, and leaned down and grabbed the waistband of her pants. She tugged them up slowly, letting out a strangled grunt when the tight denim material passed over her bottom. “We will have these instructional sessions until you learn what is appropriate to say and what isn’t. As it stands, I fear what will happen if you are left to your own devices. You are a child that needs structure and discipline. I can see it now. I will be looking into hiring a tutor for you until I can enroll you in Hogwarts. The term has started already and they do not accept late enrollments. I will have you assessed and find a tutor acceptable for your level of education.

Draco will be here around three. I suggest you go to your room and ruminate on how a lady should speak. Be presentable when he arrives, and by presentable I mean wearing clothes that aren’t two sizes too small and wearing so much makeup you look like a Knockturn Alley whore.” He told her.

“Yeah, whatever.” Grace murmured, and started forward. Lucius put out the hand with the switch, pressing the swishy branch into her stomach and stopping her.

“What was that?” he purred dangerously. She cleared her throat.

“I said ‘of course.’” She replied. He removed his arm, and she nearly skittered away. When she was out of sight, Lucius let out a groan. The gods help him, but that girl was going to be the death of him. Only the second day and she was already proving to be a handful. And he knew this wouldn’t be her only visit to the Garden. She was too much like him. Merlin bless the world, she was a female, American version of him.

His daughter.

The idea was going to take some getting used to still. He’d never planned on having another child after Draco. Certainly not an illegitimate daughter. Perhaps it would have been better if Grace had been born a boy? No, that would have caused unnecessary problems with the inheritance of the Malfoy name and fortune. This was better, if it had to be, because Grace would only inherit a daughter’s share, not the full heir’s inheritance. She couldn’t carry on the name, but she should be sought after as a suitable mother and wife for a respectable family. No one could deny the purity of the Malfoy family. Ugh, but that meant that someday soon he would have to find her a husband…

Oh sweet Vishnu, he felt a headache coming on…

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Hmm? Oh yes, and the bunnies told me to remind you of their empty little bellies. See *holds up bunny with large brown eyes and soft white fur* look at it....bless 'im he's hungry....feed the little bunny rabbit....with review carrots. They're his favorite.

to see a picture of little Plot bunny, go here ---> http://wallpapers4phone.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/6f424cf30c+Bunny.jpg.jpg
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