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Daughter of Leda	By : andarte Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The sun�s rays shined through Hermione�s window, waking her with their harshness and half blinding her as her eyes attempted to adjust. She had fallen asleep in her chair, and as she awoke more fully she became aware of her body screaming at her. Apparently the chair which was so comfortable to read in did not make a good bed, and now half of the muscles in her body ached for it.

Looking about her room, Hermione�s eyes rested on the letter that sat on the edge of her bed. Lucius� now familiar script brought back all of her dreams from the night before. Sometimes they had featured him, sometimes not, but they seemed to be her mind�s subconscious answers to all the questions she�d been entertaining. It was like watching bits and pieces of a beautifully artistic film. You don�t fully understand the story, and yet you are captivated by how exquisite it is.

Her subconscious mind had faced many of those things that conflicted with her sensibilities, and somewhere along the line Hermione had accepted herself. Or, at least, parts of her new self. There were still things that unnerved her, that she wasn�t sure she could cope with, but it was a start. Finally, she trusted herself to send Lucius a reply.

Lucius awoke well past dawn in a large bed covered in silk sheets and luxuriously soft and warm blankets. His hair fell down into his face, and his body was far too comfortable to move. His mind, however, was instantly alert. He had thought long and hard the night before of what he must do regarding Hermione. Though sleep had finally claimed him, he still felt tired as though his mind had still been feverishly processing ideas as he slept.

He finally pushed himself out of bed and took his time dressing. There was always business to be taken care of, and Lucius had quite a knack for it, but that morning he could concentrate on nothing. Instead he spent what little was left of the morning outside, walking the grounds and playing with his hunting dogs. How much had he been missing in life by devoting all his time to wealth, power, and the Dark Lord? The three goals went so naturally together, though they did not work so well as he had once thought they might. Wealth had always been a part of Lucius, though he always sought to increase it. One of the surest ways to increase it, as well as boosting his own self-image, was through power. That was where he had came into the folds of the Dark Lord�s followers. He had been so immersed in his own perceived misfortunes as a younger man that any show of power had him aching to be a part of it, especially when revenge was so assured. Of course, the young Lucius had never realized how futile his efforts would become. The power he received from following the Dark Lord was scarcely greater than the problems he faced because of it, and his financial gains aided him little when it came time to donate to the Dark Lord�s cause. Of course, such monetary aid given to Voldemort could sometimes allow him to temporarily avoid the cruciatus, but there was always some supposed failure that outweighed the money. All in all, he was miserable, and only just realizing it.

When he returned sometime around three in the afternoon for what should have been his noon meal, Lucius found a letter waiting for him. Normally this would cause excitement, but with all the dark thoughts that had been consuming him the letter only brought dread. What further disappointments would it hold?

Dearest Lucius,

I am sorry to hear of your disappointment. As you could see, my mother, who is quite unfamiliar with the workings of the wizarding world, was with me and at such times I am reluctant to reveal to her the full scope of events surrounding me. I am sure you have heard, from your son as well as other connections, of many of the things that have occurred while I have attended Hogwarts. I�ve come what might be considered as close to death many times, but have been careful to tell my mother only those stories that make it sound no different from a muggle boarding school. Such stories as that of the basilisk I found unnecessary to, let us say, bore her with.

Soon, perhaps, I can agree to another meeting. At present I am occupied with other matters relating to Leda, and cannot be long taken from my research. That, and your lack of promises regarding good behavior do imply that a bit of time might be best where I am involved.

I would dearly love to believe that you have always respected me, and not truly meant those cruel words about my heritage which you have made known previously. At present time, however, my mind is unable to believe so. In future, perhaps I will see truth in those words.

You will know me better before all is said and done. Of that I am quite certain, although I do not know whether it will be to our benefit or our harm. All I can do is hope for the former.

Respectfully yours,
Hermione

While he could understand her explanations concerning her mother, Hermione�s words caused his heart to feel even heavier. His �other connections� she was right to worry about, and at present moment he felt nearly ashamed of. Nearly only, since he was a Malfoy, but still a great deal closer to ashamed than he was accustomed to.

It hurt that she didn�t believe him, and now he wanted her there with him even more. But she was determined to give it time. Could it be that his attentions had not failed to affect her? It was the only reason he could think of that she would be so set on avoiding him. She was so concerned about his marriage to Narcissa, and he had no idea how to change her mind. It wasn�t appropriate, as Hermione was the same age as his son and still in school, but there was nothing Lucius could do to change his attraction to her. She didn�t act her age, but rather far older, and she had a subtle appeal that he was sure she inherited from Leda. He didn�t want her to be respectfully his, he wanted her to be entirely his.

When Hermione received Lucius� reply, it came attached to a small package.

Dearest Hermione,

I saw this when I was out today and immediately thought of you. Since Leda was a Slytherin, I hope the colors will not be offensive.

Please reconsider your desire to spend time on your own.

Your servant,
Lucius

Inside the package was a delicate silver star with a small emerald set in the center, and with it came a silver chain. It was beautiful, but somehow accepting it seemed difficult to her since it came from Lucius. She couldn�t believe any gift would come from him without invisible strings attached. Examining it carefully, Hermione cast the same spell she had used to check on her �heirloom� necklace the day before. It glowed a pale blue and her temper began to boil over.

Quickly locating the portkey Lucius had sent her, she activated it immediately. He sat bent over his desk, studying some paperwork, when she arrived. Marching straight over to his desk she threw the chain at him and barely kept her voice below a scream. �Is charming necklaces some damned Slytherin technique?�

His face paled, though he managed to control everything else of his expression. �How... I only meant to��

�Only meant to what? Track me? Manipulate me?� she asked levelly, glaring at him.

�No. Sort of...� he said. �No, that�s not it. I would be able to apparate to you, yes, but that is not the purpose of it. It�s a protection charm. I just wanted to be there if anything were to threaten you, and this way I would be warned.�

�Is that so? The other one seemed to manipulate me, so I have a difficult time believing that your charm was so innocent.�

�Yes, you seem to have a very difficult time believing me,� he said dryly. �Wait... what do you mean the other one? What other one?�

Hermione sighed and let herself fall into a nearby chair. It was impossible to stay angry at him, and she wasn�t sure why. �A necklace my mother gave me that was passed down from Leda. I�ve worn it every day for years, and yesterday some pieces started to fall together and I decided to check it for magic. It definitely had some sort of spell on it, and given certain... changes... that I have noticed in my life, I believe it was a spell to hide certain personality characteristics.�

Lucius raised his eyebrow. No wonder she had been so angry. Not to mention it was no wonder she had thought to check for magic. He�d assumed she�d never think to, and all he�d managed to do was to grossly underestimate her once again. Hermione, one. Lucius, zero.

A/N: Still searching for those Muses, but I think I�m coming closer. Usually emotional situations give me more inspiration, and it�s strange to have things working against me. However, I managed this chapter, and I think I�ve figured out what to do about the last few chapters of Judging Books By Their Cover. I had gotten completely unsatisfied with the planned ending, and so had to figure out what I wanted to do instead. Now I just have to find the words to write it. Lol

happybunny � The idea of her being in Slytherin instead was exactly the sort of thing that was in the back of my mind when I wrote it. I really think Hermione could have been a good Slytherin if she could get over her ideas about them.

werewolfhime � I don�t know if icky is exactly how I�m feeling... kinda more of a �pathetic� or �weak.� lol. Yeah, it�ll work out eventually. I just hope its sooner rather than later, though I�ve only myself to blame for it being drawn out.

LadyVoldemort87 � Hermione is seventeen. This takes place during the summer between her sixth and seventh years.

Poet_lover � Is it absolutely terrible that I came up with the part about Lucius� hands while at work and talking to a coworker of mine? A coworker that is male, blonde, and I think easily looks like a Malfoy? Lol

Tenar10r, catysmom, dolphindreamer � Thanks for reading!
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