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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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Regardless of Dumbledore�s views about needing all the help
that they could get, Hermione had firmly decided that Lucius� days upon the
earth were definitely numbered.� Not only
had he raised the hems of all her nighties up to near-armpit level, her
once-sensible sleeping shirts were only a thread away from being completely
obscene.� Of course just when she had
grabbed for her discarded clothing, the insufferable Slytherin had Summoned
them � and anything else that might be used to cover her decently � out the
door.

She cast about for a solution to her dilemma, knowing Lucius
must be very pleased with himself for boxing her in like this.� What am
I going to do? There�s no way I�m walking back out there and letting him see me
in these, she thought, tapping her fingers against her lips.� Her eyes rested once more upon the bag in
which her Malfoy-tailored nightclothes resided.�
Yes�that might just do it.� Pulling each article of clothing from the
bag, she got to work.

After implementing her plan, she opened the door and walked
calmly into their shared bedroom (where Lucius had joined their beds together,
she noticed) to retrieve some �decent� clothing.� Lucius, lounging back on the pillows
expectantly, did a spectacular double-take and let out a highly amused snort at
the way she had circumvented his plans for her.�
�And what, pray tell, is so funny?�

Lucius� eyes gleamed with suppressed laughter.� �I�m relatively certain that you should only
be wearing one layer � what did you
do, put them all on?�

Hermione surveyed him, hands on hips.� �Of course not, you lecherous beast.� I�m only wearing five of them; the rest are
tied together around the hem to make it longer.�

His eyes traveled over her once more, a smile tugging at the
corners of his mouth. �Lecherous�?� I like that; can we get my codename changed
to that instead of Creampuff, d�you
think?� Just listen to how it would sound
when someone�s looking at that map of Dumbledore�s: �And around the corner,
here comes Bookworm and Lecherous Beast.��

She kept her face straight with an effort.� �It does have a certain ring to it; now, put
the beds back to how you found them or I�ll go downstairs right now and tell
everyone your real identity.�� He opened
his mouth to protest, closing it when she continued.� �And that you even have a menstrual cycle.�� He simply glowered at her while she selected
new clothes and left to change.

A week passed with both of them getting used to their new
surroundings � Mundungus Fletcher learned to steer clear of �Lucy� entirely and
though she would have thought the fork incident would have warned the others
away from her partner, the Weasley boys all seemed to consider Lucy to be an
exciting challenge.� Hermione had even
seen Harry eyeing Lucius surreptitiously when Ginny�s back had been turned.�

Although they still attended their classes and had nearly
perfected their chosen routines, much of their time was spent researching new
spells � after all, once they gathered the required information from the other
Death Eaters, they would still need to face off with Voldemort.� They were currently doing a bit of research
before bed � on the floor, Lucius was lying on his stomach paging through a
thick grimoire with his legs slowly fanning the air, biting on the end of his
quill and frowning down at the page.� He
sensed her smiling regard and looked up, so she asked him if he had found
anything.

Lucius looked down at the book again.� �I�m not sure.� It�s not what we�re looking for, but it might
be of some use.� Why we should be the ones looking up this shite is beyond me; isn�t it
bad enough that we have to shake our arses in front of strangers?� I haven�t done this much research since my
graduate days.�

�That long ago?�

The blue eyes lifted from the page to stare up at her. �I
wouldn�t say another word about my age, were I you � the fact that I am more
intelligent than you need not be a reason for envy, only acceptance on your part,�
he said loftily with a toss of his hair for emphasis.� �Now, would you like to see what I found or
would you rather stay wrapped up in that Muggle superiority complex of yours?�

�It�s called a cardigan, Lucius.�� Unwilling to let the jibe stay uncontested
but intrigued by his discovery, she left the huge armchair where she had been
studying and flopped down beside him.� He
slid the tome over slightly and pointed to a passage and Hermione leaned over
to read it carefully, her lips parting in amazement.� �I�ve never heard of this before,� she said
in an awed tone.

What Lucius had found was extraordinary; a spell which would
create a temporal gateway that would allow a person to see a glimpse of their
future.� Hermione thought that all they
really needed to do would be to work this spell and see if Voldemort had been
defeated after all and she told her companion as much.� �I thought of the same thing,� he mused as he
stared down at the carefully inscribed words.�
�But look over here� he pointed �at this section. It says that the
futures shown are only possible
realities.� You and I both know that
actions we take in the present time can have far reaching consequences � just
think of how the prophecy regarding Potter turned out.�� They debated a while longer before he left
for his bed, Hermione opting to continue researching their dilemma.

She searched through more books for anything that might give
her more information about the spell, and finally admitted defeat when she
found herself nodding off and almost falling out of the chair.� As it was so late, she crept up the creaking
stairs as quietly as possible up to their room.�
Lucius had apparently been too tired to resort to any of his usual
trickery, and was fast asleep in his own bed when she crawled into hers.� Hermione quickly fell asleep once underneath
the covers and she was having a marvelous dream of lying on a fur rug in the
library while a barely clothed, handsome blond wizard offered her reading
material.�

This dream was rudely interrupted just when her dream man
was suggesting that she read the updated copy of Hogwarts: A History while he took the rest of his clothing off and made
himself more comfortable. ��Hermione woke and listened in the darkness �
silence greeted her and she closed her eyes, attempting to go back to sleep and
back to her dream when she heard it again.�
She sat up and looked over at the other bed where Lucius was tossing and
turning, firmly in the grip of a nightmare.�
Mindful of the others sleeping in the huge house, she climbed out of her
bed and into his.� �Lucius? Lucius, it�s Hermione�.Lucius,� she whispered, jerking back as
he struck out at her reflexively when she placed a hand on his shoulder.� �Lucius, wake up,� she tried again.

This time she was successful and Lucius woke abruptly,
surging upright and looking around wildly, starting when Hermione touched the
bare skin of his back.� �What are you doing here?� he demanded. Usually he
would have been more than happy to find her in bed with him.

�You looked like you were having a bad dream � are you all
right?� Hermione asked, ignoring his unfriendly tone.�

�No, I was having a wonderful nocturnal fantasy of
performing a lap dance for Alastor Moody,� he snapped back, obviously angry
that she had witnessed him in a vulnerable moment.� In response, she simply raised herself to her
knees beside him and pulled him into her arms.�
He started to protest but relaxed against her as she guided both of them
back to the pillows and stroked his hair.�
�This doesn�t mean I like you,� he grumbled against her neck.

Hermione smiled, feeling his heartbeat begin to slow to a
normal rhythm as she ran her fingers through the mass of golden silk � she had
actually wanted to do this ever since she had first laid eyes upon him.� �I know.��
She shifted to a more comfortable position and looked down on his face;
the streetlight filtering through the window illumed the elegant lines of his
face, the graceful arch of his brows, and the sweep of his long eyelashes � He
really was as stunningly beautiful in
this body as he was in his original form, she thought as she lay back down to
share the pillow with him.� Lucius
murmured sleepily and snuggled against her, draping a long leg over hers as
they settled down to sleep.� Of course
when they woke together the following morning, he (typically) ejected her from
his bed and pretended not to remember a single thing.�

After the fourth such occurrence she simply joined their
beds together and ignored his bad manners � Hermione had found that the
slightest touch would help shift his dreams to less troublesome ones, even
though she still disapproved of his refusal to wear any nightclothes.� The reason for his temporary reversions to
his male form still had her puzzled, but she had quite a few theories on the subject;
at first it had only seemed to happen after she and Lucius had been in an
intimate situation � he still attempted to snog her every chance he got and she
usually let him believe he was getting away with it � but she found that it
also happened whenever he expressed a non-racist comment or an honest
compliment.� Which was probably why the
change happened so rarely.�

Once it had been triggered somehow in the middle of an Order
meeting - something she wouldn�t soon forget, as it had nearly given her heart
failure.� Lucius had left the room to
find something to read (and point out how bored he was) and when he had
returned he had been in his normal form and clearly unaware of it as he opened
his mouth to ask her something.� She had
shaken her head at him violently, drew her finger across her throat, and made
other gestures to indicate that he wasn�t to make a sound. �What�s wrong with
you?� he had finally demanded quite loudly in his normal voice.� That had been the cue for the others to start
looking around - Harry spotted him and raised the alarm; Lucius narrowed his
eyes and started to come out with something appropriately insulting when he
abruptly shifted back to Lucy.� After
Dumbledore placed a memory charm on Harry and let him back into the living room
with the others who demanded to know why he would say that Lucius Malfoy was
among them, Lucius had smoothly informed the entire room that it was most
likely wishful thinking � after all, hadn�t Harry been found fondling the Black
family tapestry just the other evening?�
Hermione had just shaken her head and tried her best not to laugh; he
really was impossible.

All of this ran through her mind as she woke to find herself
in danger of being squished against the mattress � most of her mornings were spent
trying to heave Lucius off of her, since he invariably took up more space than
am entire herd of Hippogriffs.� However,
this time was slightly different; once she had pushed the tangled hair out of
her face and tried to turn over onto her back the pressure eased and she looked
around to see a nude man withdrawing to his side of the bed with a book in his
hand.� The book she had wanted to read first, which was why she had put it in a
drawer of the nightstand.� �Hey,� she
protested weakly as she hauled the covers up underneath her chin.

Lucius dropped the book on his pillow and pounced upon her,
letting his entire weight rest upon her long enough for her to grunt and swat
at him before lifting himself up on his arms, his long hair falling to either
side of her face.� �Good morning,� he
purred down at her before rolling off of her and onto his side, pulling the
blanket over his hip.� He lay there
gazing at her, the look in his eyes a strange one she�d never seen before
(though it had rested upon her many times while she was asleep).� His expression grew guarded even as she
watched, and he shook his silvery mass of hair back from his face with a
gesture that put her in mind of a regal lion.�
�Did you sleep well?� he asked softly.

�Yes, before I was flattened like a pancake�and you?�� Hermione wondered why she suddenly felt as if
she had swallowed a cageful of Cornish Pixies.

�I did.�

His eyes were the most beautiful blue she�d ever seen, she
thought dreamily to herself before blushing deeply and realizing she had just
been caught staring goopily into his eyes.�
He was so close to her that she could feel the heat of his body rising
in sensual waves from that smooth, golden skin that she would love to run her
tongue over�STOP IT!!!!! She shrieked
to herself. ��I have to use the loo,� she
blurted and shot out of the bed towards the lavatory where she indulged in a
bout of hyperventilation.� �I do not want my tongue anywhere near that
arrogant man,� she informed her reflection.�
�Except for his � damn it!� Nowhere
near, nowhere near.� No.�
Absolutely not. Never,� she finished, extremely pleased at setting these
rules for herself.� She hurriedly cleaned
her teeth anyway, and went back into the room where Lucius was absorbed in
reading her book.� �That�s my book, give
it here.�

He didn�t even deign to look up at her.� �That�s hardly the most polite request I�ve
ever heard.�� She knew his next words
were carefully designed to irritate when next he said, �Though these pages are
next to worthless; they stick together something fierce�perhaps if I�� he
looked up finally and raised his index finger to his lips.

�Don�t you dare
lick your finger and then turn that page, Lucius Malfoy!�

He licked his finger.

�Don�t do it,� she warned.�
As his finger began to descend upon the illuminated manuscript, Hermione
acted.� With a leap that carried her into
the center of their huge bed, she snatched the book from his hands and thrust
it underneath her nightshirt as she rolled onto her stomach to protect it.� Lucius did his best to turn her over and ran
his hands along her sides, tickling while she shrieked with laughter.� When that failed, he hooked his fingertips
underneath the hem of her nightie and began to raise it � both of them were laughing
by this point and she squealed loudly at this turn of events, reaching blindly
behind her with one hand to slap at him while the other did its best to hold
her shirt down.� �You can�t have it; you
can�t!� He collapsed atop her.� �Good
God, you�re heavy,� she wheezed.

Lucius lifted himself half off of her and fell back down
again. �Give us the book,� he demanded playfully as he won a loud grunt from
her.� He shifted slightly to tickle her
once more and this time she reached behind herself to return the favor�her hand
connected with warm flesh and she felt Lucius freeze, going still above
her.� She moved slightly and only then
realized what part of him she was touching when she heard the breath leave his
lungs noisily.� �Hermione��

Hermione slowly uncurled her fingers from him and stared at
the headboard in front of her as she felt his weight lift from her.� She pushed herself to her knees and turned
slightly to see him kneeling as well, bringing a pillow in front of his body to
hide his arousal.� �Lucius,� she started
to say when his eyes caught hers.� What
message was exchanged, she couldn�t have said, but in the blink of an eye they
were together and sharing the most achingly sweet kiss she�d ever
experienced.� Every ounce of their need
for each other manifested itself in one hot, hungry kiss that left them both
breathless when their lips parted from it.�

His eyes still fixed upon hers, Lucius pushed her gently
down to the pillows and leaned over her once more for another kiss.� This time they took it slowly, and Hermione
slid her hands up his muscular flanks to twine her arms about his back as his
tongue slid into her mouth.� Sensuality
suffused her and she shifted until she could feel him pressing against her
stomach, hot and hard.� Utilizing the
muscles she had earned through her belly dancing regimen, she encouraged him to
move until he moaned into her mouth and began thrusting against her skin.� Lucius wrapped his arms about her and rolled
them both until she was lying atop him, reaching between them even as he
continued to move against the sensitive area where her leg met her torso.� When he slid a finger through her slick folds
to rub gently against the swollen nub he found there, the sensation was enough
and more to fling her head back with a throaty cry.� �Lucius,� she begged.� �Please.��

Another roll and they were on their sides facing each other,
Lucius slanting his mouth over hers and pressing against her firmly as his
fingers moved skillfully between her legs.�
Her fingers dug into his skin as she felt the first stirrings of orgasm
and she was almost there when a
pounding on the door made all her nerve endings go numb and her climax elude
her. Lucius swore.

�Mum says it�s past time for you two to be awake,� Charlie
Weasley yelled from outside the door and they heard him pounding back down the
stairs.

Hermione looked at her partner.� �You know, I think I�m beginning to
understand the deep loathing you seem to have for all members of the Weasley
family,� she quipped.� �I was almost��
she stopped with a sigh and rested her forehead against his chest.

Lucius smiled down at her and ran his hand along her side in
a soothing caress.� �There will be other
times and, knowing that, know that I shall also make it up to you a hundredfold.�� They shared another kiss � not as heated as
their previous ones, but one full of promise and rife with feelings not yet
expressed � and then reluctantly parted to dress.�

She crossed over to him as soon as she had tugged on her
clothing, sliding her hands appreciatively over his chest before helping him
with the buttons.� �It might not go over
well to have you appear as yourself, no matter how attractive I may find you,�
she teased as he finger-combed his hair.�
�Lucy needs to put in an appearance.��
Lucius arched an elegant brow at her before shifting his gaze to the
ceiling, his eyes unfocused as he concentrated�.personally, it looked to
Hermione as if he were about to pass a gall stone.

As if he could hear her thoughts, he stared down at
her.� �If you don�t mind, I�m trying to
concentrate.�

�Sorry.�

�Well, don�t let it happen again,� he conceded, all
arrogance.� His eyes lost their focus
once more and she gasped to see his tall form dissolve into the more diminutive
frame of Luciana

�How did you do that?� she asked, amazed.

Lucius sniffed.� �Magic.� Shall we?� he gestured towards the door.� As they walked over the threshold, Hermione
savoring the feel of his hand on the small of her back, he closed their door
behind them.� �Oh, your first day of work
is tonight at six.�

�What?!?!?!??� she
shrieked loudly enough to set Mrs. Black�s portrait off three floors down.�

�Oh, didn�t I tell you? We had a Floo about it three days
ago or so,� Lucius said nonchalantly.

�No.� You didn�t tell
me at all.�

�Well, now you know,� he replied as he began to walk down
the stairs.� �I�ll save you a seat down
there.�

Hermione sighed, threw up her hands, and followed.�

tbc�

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