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The Lady	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 23478 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 4
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- 6
‘I need to see you tomorrow, too. I’m feeling extraordinarily horny at the moment and I know you’ve got a space,’ Lucius said as he stretched lazily, an arm wrapping around Hermione as he relaxed.
Hermione had just given him one of her wonderful blowjobs and he was feeling pleasantly sated. Shortly, he was going to repay the favour in the way he knew she so enjoyed, but for the moment he was taking the time to relax and just hold her. He had been debating for quite some time whether to mention Arthur even obliquely but decided he had no choice.
The idea of more sessions with his beautiful mistress was just the thing to get his dander up and there was no reason why he shouldn’t spend more time with her now the other man had gone. And being with him would stop her from spending all her free time with bloody Gregory Goyle, with whom she seemed to have some sort of strange affinity.
Lucius wondered for a moment whether Draco would be thinking the same thing as him. Possible, he supposed, as his son was finally recovering from his wife’s death and Hermione becoming wife number two was definitely in his sights, but in the war to Hermione’s heart and her very beautiful pussy it was every man for himself and Lucius was determined he would be the one taking over Arthur’s vacant slots.
Even so, he couldn’t help but grin. Lucius didn’t have any idea why Hermione had stopped seeing Arthur but for some reason it made him feel glad. She had always been far too fond of her father-in-law for his liking and given him far too much leeway in his opinion. And, of course, he was jealous of the amount of time she spent with him, clearly enjoying what the older Weasley had to offer. He just wished she would talk to him about it as he would dearly love to know what had happened between them.
‘Sorry, Lucius, I can’t do it. I’m already seeing Greg tomorrow.’ Hermione’s voice was matter-of-fact.
Lucius scowled for a moment at the news that he had been beaten out by the brutish younger man once again. He pulled her towards him, his lips gently finding hers for a soft kiss.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ he asked once it was over. He stroked Hermione’s arm gently.
‘No, Lucius, I do not want to talk about it.’ Hermione’s voice was cold and dull.
‘Well, it’s obviously causing you a problem, so I suggest you share with someone. I’m a good listener, you know I am, and I won’t say anything to anyone else. You must know by now that I can keep a secret.’
Hermione frowned. ‘What makes you think things are getting to me?’
Lucius gave a sharp bark of a laugh. ‘The amount of time you’re spending with Goyle, for one thing. I’ve never understood why you gave him the time of day anyway, but now you’re spending more time with that mean brute than with anyone else. Even I don’t get to see you as much as he does.’
‘I’m in the mood to get fucked hard,’ she said bluntly. ‘Anyway, he’s perfect company for me at the moment.’
‘Oh yes, why’s that?’ Lucius asked almost as sharply.
‘Because he doesn’t talk,’ Hermione said glaring at Lucius. ‘He’s great. He comes along, he tells me how beautiful I am, takes off his clothes, usually fingers me to make sure I’m wet enough for him and he fucks me hard. Sometimes he fucks my arse hard, too. Then he goes home. I’m lucky if I get two words out of him outside of the fucking. And that’s just how I want it now, Lucius. No nonsense, no emotion . . . and no fucking talking!’
‘But perhaps if you talked about it, you would get it out of your system. I know you had it hot and heavy for Arthur for a while and I was always worried things were going to get out of control there. You two were taking far too many risks and were going to get caught, and sooner rather than later. It’s understandable that you wanted to cool things with him. But why should the rest of us suffer because of something he’s done?’
Hermione glared at him. ‘I’ve already said that I don’t want to talk about it, Lucius,’ she hissed quietly, her voice filled with barely-controlled fury. ‘And if you don’t shut up I’m going to dump you, too.’
Lucius stared at her in surprise. She was joking, surely?
‘Hermione—’
‘If you say anything else about Arthur you can leave,’ she said her face set. She shrugged out of Lucius’ arms and sat up. ‘The subject is not open for discussion, not now and not ever. He’s gone and that’s all there is to it. I don’t want to discuss the whys and wherefores with you or with anyone else.’
Blinking rapidly to stop the tears that were forming at the thought of Arthur, Hermione went to slide off the bed. Lucius caught her arm to stop her. She looked back at him, still angry.
‘Oh, and while we’re about it, what I do and who I do it with is none of your business, Lucius. You are not my husband nor do you have any special rights where I’m concerned.’ She broke off for a moment then added, ‘Now, do you want to fuck me again before you go or do you have to get back to Narcissa?’
Lucius stared at Hermione, watching her reaction closely. He had no idea what Arthur had done but it was clear he had seriously upset her, and she obviously wasn’t in the mood to share. He sat up and put his arms around her waist, pulling her back towards his body and then back down onto the bed as he lay back.
He chuckled gently. ‘You know I would never choose Narcissa over you, my sweet,’ he whispered seductively in her ear, ‘especially when you’re offering your beautiful body as well.’ He grinned lasciviously and moved slightly so he could nibble one of Hermione’s erect nipples.
‘Perhaps you should think about marrying me,’ he said as one of his hands slid between her legs. ‘I could take your mind off whatever the problem is.’
Hermione gave a small moan of pleasure as Lucius’ fingers tickled inside her, then she shook her head.
‘That’s never going to happen either, so don’t bother asking. I love and am married to Ron and nothing is ever going to change that.’
Lucius looked at her with interest once more. Was it something to do with her marriage that had caused the problem? Surely Arthur hadn’t asked her to leave Ron. He couldn’t believe the man would do something so stupid. It would tear the family apart. But then again, he would never have believed that Arthur would have an affair with his daughter-in-law in the first place and yet he had been very enthusiastic about doing that, so maybe that was what had happened.
If Hermione wasn’t willing to talk to him then he would just have to find Arthur and discuss it with him instead. Maybe she didn’t want to talk about it but she was clearly unhappy with the way things currently were, yet patently unwilling to do anything to remedy the situation. Perhaps if he knew what the problem really was he could do something to help. Or he could at least work on a way to get her away from Goyle.
Once again focussed on his lover, his mouth left her nipple, kissing down her body, ready to provide pleasure once more.

‘So what did you do to her?’ Lucius asked with interest.
He had bumped into Arthur in a corridor at the Ministry of Magic and pulled him aside for a conversation. Whatever had happened between Hermione and Arthur was obviously serious. He had never seen her as unhappy as she had been in the few weeks since she had announced she wasn’t seeing Arthur any longer and didn’t want to discuss it in any way.
That she had threatened to stop seeing him, too, when he had tried to get her to talk to him about it showed how much their separation was affecting her, but Lucius couldn’t decide whether she had been the one to end the relationship or Arthur had finally succumbed to the guilt that Lucius was sure was bubbling just beneath the surface and had finally stopped going to see her.
Whatever the case, he needed to talk to Arthur to see if anything could be done to rectify the situation before Hermione became completely unstable. As much as he hadn’t liked the man, and although he really didn’t want to admit it, Lucius had rapidly realised that Arthur was Hermione’s best shot at happiness and if that meant forcing a reunion between them, then it was just something he would have to bite the bullet and do.
‘You obviously did something serious. She dumped you. She’s never dumped anyone. Or did you get rid of her? Was it guilt or did you just decide you’d had enough of her?’ Lucius found it hard to keep the belligerent tone from his voice.
Arthur shook his head slowly. He really didn’t want to talk about this, especially to Lucius Malfoy. Ever since the night Hermione had made him leave her house he had been suffering from a case of depression, the desire for his beautiful daughter-in-law threatening to overwhelm everything else in his life. After several weeks without any contact with her, he would have given anything just to hold her in his arms, to touch her beautiful body, to kiss her soft lips, but it wasn’t going to happen.
Hermione had made her choice and it wasn’t him. Talking to his love rival, Lucius, about it wasn’t going to help the situation at all. It wouldn’t make Hermione come back to him, wouldn’t make his life bearable again. All it would do was make Lucius feel smug and superior as he was still lucky enough to be fucking her. For a moment a spike of hatred for Lucius ran through Arthur at that realisation.
But Lucius was still questioning him.
‘It can’t have been the sex or something you wanted to do that she didn’t,’ Lucius continued blithely. ‘Let’s face it, Arthur, even at your most perverted you’re still pretty vanilla. I just don’t get it. You’re part of the sacred Weasley clan so I’d have thought you could do no wrong. What the hell did you do?’
Arthur gazed balefully at Lucius. Why wouldn’t the man just shut up and go away? Okay, he really wanted to know, did he? Fine, he would tell him.
‘You really want to know do you, Lucius?’ he asked unhappily. ‘Hermione told me she loved me.’
Lucius looked in surprise at Arthur for a moment, trying to quell the jealousy that had suddenly risen at his words.
‘You lucky bastard,’ he said quietly.
Arthur gave a snorting laugh, ‘Yeah, so lucky. She told me she loved me then shut me out of her life forever because she can’t deal with it.’
‘So you have to do it for her then,’ Lucius said, as if it was obvious.
‘But she won’t see me,’ Arthur said quietly but firmly. ‘It’s over.’
‘That’s bollocks. You’re in love with her, too, aren’t you?’ Lucius asked. Arthur didn’t reply. ‘It’s all right, my friend, you don’t have to say anything, I know you are. We all are,’ Lucius said sympathetically. He patted Arthur consolingly on the shoulder.
‘It’s not right, though, is it?’ Arthur said morosely. ‘How can I be in love with Hermione when I’m married to Molly?’
‘That’s a good question,’ Lucius said, ‘and something you have to work out for yourself. Do you want to be with Hermione?’
‘Of course I do,’ Arthur said stoutly. ‘But I’ve been married to Molly for over forty years and Hermione’s my son’s wife.’
‘Yes, that’s definitely a tricky one to solve,’ Lucius replied musingly, ‘and to be honest, Arthur, I’ve got no idea where you’re going to start with that.’
‘What would you do, Lucius?’ Arthur asked almost pleadingly.
Lucius gave a grim smile. ‘I’ve always been a selfish bastard,’ he admitted. ‘If Hermione told me she loved me I would do anything I had to, would move heaven and earth if I had to, to make her my wife. No one is as important to me as she is, at least as far as I’m concerned.’
Arthur looked at Lucius with dawning sympathy. ‘You must really hate me,’ he said quietly. ‘I assume you were hoping Hermione might eventually leave Ron for you and then I came along and ruined any chance of that.’
Lucius shrugged and gave a small laugh. ‘I’ve hated you Weasleys for as long as I’ve known you and then you got Hermione, too,’ he admitted. ‘I have to admit I had been hoping that my exceptional skills as a lover would eventually sway her into something more permanent with me, especially as her husband is such a dead loss in the bedroom. But that son of yours has got some sort of strange hold over her.’ He looked intently at Arthur. ‘I have to admit, Arthur, I wasn’t happy when I found out that you’d started fucking her as well as I already had enough competition from her husband and my son, but it pretty quickly became clear I stood no chance next to you. And to be honest, I just want Hermione to be happy and she’s not that with your son, however much she tries to pretend.’
He took a deep breath, not wanting to admit what was coming next but knowing he had no choice. Lucius really did want Hermione to be happy, and as he had come to know Arthur better he had discovered that he actually rather liked the man.
‘I think you could make her happy, Arthur – and she obviously makes you happy. You just need to decide what’s more important to you. Do you want the pleasure and excitement of life with the most beautiful girl in the world, or do you want to continue in your unhappy and unfulfilled life with Molly because you’re too scared to take a chance on happiness?
‘I can’t help you with that, only you can make that decision because it will obviously impact so devastatingly on your entire family. But all I will say is that if you were really still happy being with Molly you would never have started the relationship with Hermione in the first place.’
‘She’s in love with Ron,’ Arthur pointed out glumly. ‘She would rather be with him than me.’
‘That’s obviously not true,’ Lucius said. ‘I know she loves Ron and she wants him to love her in return, but I don’t think he can, otherwise he wouldn’t treat her the way he does. She’s scared, too, scared to admit what she knows deep inside — that she’s better off without her husband and that it’s you she wants to be with. The way she acted gives that away.
‘Let’s face it, she admitted to you that she’s in love with you, Arthur. But instead of facing up to her feelings and dealing with it, she pushed you away and is making everyone else’s life a misery because of it. She’s not dealing at all well with the separation, and unless you do something things can only get worse.’
Lucius looked at his watch. ‘Look, I’ve got to get to a meeting,’ he said, sounding reluctant. ‘But if you want to discuss this with me further I’m happy to meet up later and go for a drink.’
He looked at Arthur, who was frowning now.
Arthur nodded. ‘Okay, let’s go for a drink later.’ He sighed. ‘I really need to think about this.’
‘Yes, you do,’ Lucius replied honestly. ‘And I know it’s not easy . . . for you at least. I’d have no problem as I haven’t been in love with Narcissa for about a million years and I’d do anything to get Hermione to marry me.’
‘I wish it was that easy for me,’ Arthur replied unhappily.
‘I’ll meet you in the Red Lion at five o’clock,’ Lucius said. ‘If you get there first, mine’s a pint of bitter.’
Arthur gave Lucius a rueful grin. ‘Have fun in your meeting. I’ll see you later.’
He wandered off down the corridor towards the lift, Lucius heading off in the opposite direction.

Arthur hadn’t been able to concentrate on his work at all that afternoon. If he was honest, he hadn’t really been able to concentrate ever since Hermione had dumped him, but fortunately, as head of the section, it hadn’t impacted on his work too severely — yet.
He already knew before his meeting with Lucius that his current frame of mind couldn’t continue or it would eventually cause a big problem. But until his conversation with the blond man he had never considered that the answer to the problem would be reconciliation with Hermione.
Arthur closed the door to his office to ensure he wasn’t disturbed then sat at his desk, a folder in front of him to look as if he was working while he thought about the situation. How many times since his relationship with Hermione had begun had he thought about the two of them as husband and wife? It was too many to count, but also if he was honest none of the thoughts had ever been particularly realistic, as if his brain had known that it could never happen, that it was pure fantasy. Even if she could ever care for him enough there were too many problems for them to overcome for that reality to ever be possible.
Even when he had heard for himself how Ron treated Hermione he hadn’t dared to hope that there could ever be anything more between them than there already was, although for that one brief moment in the aftermath of their lovemaking when Hermione had confessed that she was in love with him Arthur’s heart raced at the possibilities that lay ahead. His love was requited and perhaps it would be enough.
But before he could even put into words his desire for her Hermione had backed away, not just retreating to allow things to calm down but fleeing for good, taking her love with her.
In the days following his expulsion Arthur tried hard to convince himself that what had happened was for the best. He was old enough to be Hermione’s father, already was her father-in-law and was in such a long-lasting marriage he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to get out of it because of his guilt, let alone what the breakup would do to his wife and children regardless of their age.
But when he thought about it seriously — and cloistered away in his shed tinkering around with the Muggle artefacts that held little interest for him now he had plenty of time — Arthur realised his guilt no longer stemmed from the fact that he was cheating on Molly as it had in the very early days of his relationship with Hermione, but that he wanted to be with Hermione, wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and not his wife.
Somewhere along the way he had fallen so deeply in love with Hermione that all the arguments he had put forward to justify why they shouldn’t be together had become null and void. There was still the fact that he and Molly had been together for a long time and that ending the marriage would cause a rift with his children, especially once they knew why he was doing it. But if Hermione truly was in love with him then it didn’t matter how old he was, or that he was Ron’s father, because she didn’t care about those things.
He looked at his watch. It was almost five o’clock, time to meet Lucius in the pub. He wasn’t sure the man would be able to assist or make anything clearer in his mind but at least a chance to talk about it might help. Having to keep silent about his feelings for Hermione was the hardest part of the whole affair, and if nothing else at least Lucius understood how he was feeling.
Arthur closed the folder, rising from the desk as he picked it up. He walked over to the cupboard and placed the folder inside, locking the door, then he walked around the office completing his usual checks. Satisfied that all was secure, he picked up his briefcase and left the office, using his wand to douse the lights as he went.
Ten minutes later saw him entering the Red Lion, making his way carefully through the after-work crowd towards the bar where Lucius was already waiting for him.
‘I got you a bitter,’ Lucius said, passing a pint glass to Arthur. ‘I assume that’s all right?’
Arthur nodded. ‘Good enough. Shall we see if we can find a seat?’
Lucius followed Arthur as they moved further into the pub, eventually finding seats at a table in the corner by the men’s toilets. Arthur had to choke back a laugh as he watched Lucius perch on a stool, looking completely out of place in his usual expensive and immaculate outfit.
‘I have to admit to being a little selfish in wanting you to sort this out,’ Lucius admitted. ‘I imagine the only person happy with the current arrangement is Goyle.’
‘Goyle. Why would he be happy?’ Arthur asked with a frown. He took a sip of his beer.
‘Hermione’s spending far too much time with him since you and she ended your association,’ the blond man said matter-of-factly. ‘She tells me he’s her perfect man because he doesn’t do anything but fuck. Well, you’ve seen him in action. You know what he’s like.’
‘He’s awfully rough with her,’ Arthur said unhappily. ‘I wasn’t all that happy about the time she was spending with him anyway. I don’t know why she would want to increase it.’
‘She’s trying to forget about you,’ Lucius pointed out knowledgeably. ‘I imagine it’s hard to think about you when that hulk of a troll is pile-driving into her. Honestly, this really does need to be sorted, Arthur, and only you can do it. Hermione’s never going to face up to it, so you’ll have to.’
‘I know,’ Arthur replied with a sigh. ‘But Hermione made it quite clear she didn’t want me to go to the flat again. I’m sure she wouldn’t let me in if I did.’ He took another sip of his beer. ‘Molly’s having a bit of a get-together for George’s birthday next weekend. I’m sure Hermione will be there so I’ll try to have a talk to her then.’
‘Next weekend,’ Lucius said, sounding disappointed. ‘Do you have to wait so long?’
‘Yes,’ Arthur said firmly. He sighed loudly. ‘It’ll give me time to work out what the hell I’m going to do.’ He downed the last of his pint. ‘Do you want another one?’
Lucius looked at his almost empty glass and shrugged. ‘Go on then. I think I’ll try a pint of the Old Peculiar this time.’
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