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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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So...disappointed....and bored...and yet I amgoing to post this at 3 in the morning right before I go stuff myself on chips and dr pepper. Well, I must say that those who did review were wonderful. And I know that the last chapter was a bit iffy for some of you, but it had to be done plot-wise. Anyway, I think you'll like this chapter better, and no I didn't misspell the title.

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Lucius sat in his study, staring into the fireplace and nursing a firewhiskey. The girl upstairs was already grating his nerves and she had only been there a day and a half. She was insufferable, sarcastic, and had an irreverent way of talking that grated on his nerves in a way that they hadn’t been grated in a long time. But he didn’t understand her.

She came to him seeking sanctuary, and yet she didn’t seem to be capable of not starting things with him. Perhaps it was because they were so similar that they ground each other against the grain as they did. Either way, he had to tamp down that attitude quickly, as his father had done to him, and as he had done to Draco.

He glanced over at the large grandfather clock in the corner to see it was ten minutes until Draco should be arriving. And it was a good thing, too. This afternoon had been dragging by slower than Crabbe in an Arithmancy class, and he really just needed Draco’s explosion to happen so that he could Reparo what he needed to and then submit his petition for custody of Grace.

A small pop to his left distracted him from his thoughts, and he turned to look at the cringing elf.

“Is Draco here? Show him in.” he said impatiently.

“Not Draco, Master. There is being a young woman to see Master. Said to introduce her as filthy Mudblood, sir.” The elf was shivering. He saw his master’s face go blank for a moment, before whirling to look at the clock again.

“Damn it! I don’t have time for this. Tell her to go away.” He snapped, standing from his seat. The elf popped away, but was only gone for a few moments before it returned.

“She is saying she has something of yours, Master, that you would want.”

The paper! Damn it three times and then fuck it with a wand! He needed that paper, but he needed Granger to be gone as well. He knew the dynamics between Draco and Granger, and he didn’t fancy having to duel-proof his foyer. He Apparated quickly to one of the receiving rooms, and walked gracefully out into the foyer.

“Ah, Miss Granger.” He purred dangerously, stopping at a fair distance from the witch. Then he spotted something else that made him really need a headache potion. “And…..Mr. Potter.” He added.

Harry gave a cheeky grin. “You didn’t think I’d let her come here all by her lonesome self, did you? I’m handicapped physically, not mentally.” Harry said, his grin never faltering. Lucius resisted the urge to pull his hair.

“You brought my parchment back to me, Miss Granger?” he asked.

“Yes. But I want the one you got from me back. I was going to have a bonfire and that would make good kindling.” She said. Lucius blinked. Gods…who understood these Mudbloods?

“Very well. But I’m expecting company, and I have no idea where I put your paper, so-”

“We’ll wait.” Hermione interrupted, a smile curling her lips. Lucius shut his mouth with a click.

“Both of you are impertinent and rude. We can trade papers tomorrow, Miss Granger. I am expecting company any moment.” Lucius ground out.

“What’s going on here?”

Lucius nearly shrieked with frustration. Grace poked her head around her father, eyeing the two strangers in the entranceway.

“Who’re they?” she asked.

“They’re unimportant. What do you think you’re doing downstairs?” he asked.

“You told me to be ready at three. It’s five till. So I’m in trouble for being early, am I? God, just beat me for breathing next time!” she huffed, and stomped away from him.

Harry looked uncomfortable. “I think this is a bad-”

He was interrupted by the front door being thrown open and Draco Malfoy stepping through. Draco dropped a duffle bag at the doorstep and threw open his arms.

“Lucy, I’m home!” he bellowed, before realizing he wasn’t quite alone in the foyer. “Well! If we’re having this sort of company I should probably change.” He said. Harry tilted himself so that he could look at both Malfoys, and aim at either if the need arose.

“You seem oddly calm, Malfoy.” Harry commented. Draco actually winked at Harry.

“Getting laid good, hard and often will do that to you, Potter. You should try it. Especially with French women. The things they can do with their mouths is-”

“Draco!” Lucius snapped.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, father. I’m here for your little tea, and whatever it is you wanted to tell me. Who am I to judge if you’ve suddenly decided you’re a homosexual and I’m going to have a step father named John?” he asked. Hermione and Harry both let out nervous snorts. Lucius’ pale face colored.

“You know what? You can just owl me my piece of parchment. It wasn’t that important.” Hermione said, pulling Lucius’ piece of paper from her purse and quickly pushing it into the elder Malfoy’s hands. “Come on Harry, before the whole place catches fire.” She said, walking briskly past Harry and out the open door.

“Nice seeing you again, Potter. I hope you’ve been well?” Draco asked. Harry blinked.

“Except for the whole not being able to walk part, it’s been daisies and sunshine.” Harry replied.

“Glad to hear it.” Draco replied, and tilted his head slightly. “Do yourself a favor and use that fame to get yourself laid, Potter. You don’t have to be able to walk to have wild sex. And you really look like you need it.” He added seriously. Harry’s eyes widened.

“I’ll…er…I’ll keep that in mind, Malfoy…” he replied.

“Draco.” Draco said quickly. “Call me Draco, Please.”

“Fine. Er…good day Ma-err…Draco.” He said, nodding his head once and rolling quickly out of the spacious foyer. Draco smiled fondly as the door shut itself.

“Such nice folks.” He said, before turning to his father, who was staring at him as if he had three heads.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“Just…just go to the sitting room.”

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Draco followed behind his father, quite curious as to the reason he’d been called to come. He’d contemplated ignoring the summons, but Lucius had made it clear that Draco should bring himself, because he had some very important and life-altering news to tell him.

His father walked into the sitting room first, and Draco followed him in. There, sitting on the sofa and already nibbling on a biscuit, was a young girl, her hair as identifiable as the grey eyes that darted up when they entered.

“Great Merlin…who is that?” Draco asked.

Grace stood from the sofa and brushed a few crumbs from the knee-length black skirt she’d changed into

“That is the reason I invited you here, Draco. This is your half-sister, Elizabeth Grace Malfoy.” Lucius said, secretly enjoying the way Draco’s eyes widened slightly.

“Wow. You are a busy old man, aren’t you?” Draco asked. Lucius gave an offended scoff.

“I am not old.” He growled. Draco just grinned, and approached Grace. She looked at him nervously, as even with her own height her brother and father still nearly towered over her.

“So…half-sister?” he said. She gave an anxious laugh.

“Yeah. Imagine that.”

“And American?” he asked. She nodded.

“You can call me Grace. Most people do.” She said shyly. Draco actually gave her a wide smile, showing off the slight dimples in his cheek and making Grace wonder if her father had those too.

“Well, Gracie, I’ll have you know that up until I was nine years old I asked for a little brother or sister every year for Christmas. Then the Grinch over there finally told me there was a lot more to it than just asking for one.” He said, hooking his thumb back over his shoulder to point at their father. Grace giggled.

“So. How old are you, Grace?” he asked.

“I turned fifteen in April. You?” she asked.

“I’m twenty-two. So, I was seven when you were born. Pity I never knew. Well, I think father wanted us to bond or some kind of crap like that, so let’s adjourn to the solarium. The sitting room is much too formal for a brother-sister talk.” He said, holding out his arm for her. She grinned, and looped her arm around his elbow.

“As long as we’re not going anywhere near that god-forsaken Garden.” She said. Draco paused and his eyes widened slightly, before his gaze flickered up to Lucius. Lucius had a blank expression on his face, but wouldn’t meet Draco’s eyes. Draco got a strange look on his face, and patted Grace’s hand.

“No, we’re not going anywhere near the Garden.” He said, and led her out of the library arm in arm. Lucius stared after them quietly, quite unable to believe what had just happened.

“I need a drink.”

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“Oh by the way, you’re joining this cult I’m a part of. It comes with a nifty tattoo? That’s what you told him?” Draco asked, barely containing laughter. Grace was smiling, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Yeah, and he got really mad. And that’s when….you know…” she said, dunking her cookie into her cup of milk.

“Yeah…I do know. More that anyone I know.” Draco said, a hard expression coming to his face.

“It was hard growing up here, wasn’t it?” Grace asked gently. Draco sighed.

“Yeah. It was even harder when the Dark Fuck rose again.” He replied.

There was awkward silence between the two siblings, before Draco spoke again.

“So why did you come here? If father is so unkind to you, why don’t you just go back?” he asked. Grace stopped trying to fish out her soggy cookie for a moment, and looked away.

“Even if he were to whip me with one of those thrice-damned branches every single day, it would still be the lesser of two evils.” She said. Draco’s eyes widened slightly. He remembered what those switches felt like, and they weren’t a walk in the park.

“What do you mean?” he prodded gently. When Grace looked back at him, her eyes were pooling with tears.

“You can’t tell. Promise you won’t tell.” She whispered fiercely.

“I…I promise.” Draco hesitated only a moment.

“My step-dad hates me. Hates the fact that I live. And my mother doesn’t seem to care that he takes his frustration out on me, so long as he gives her shiny jewelry and fancy clothes.” Grace spat angrily, her tears finally falling. “He’s only ever drawn blood once, but that gives little comfort when I can barely sit down for the welts across the back of my legs, or when it hurts to sleep because he decided to stripe me across the back with a looped lamp chord.” She sniffled.

“Merlin.” Was all Draco could manage to say. He’d never been fond of the switch, but his father had never just beaten him for the fun of it. No matter how it pained Draco to admit it, his father had really only struck him when he deserved it.

“Dad startled me and humiliated me more than anything with that switch. Neil got to me with one once and whipped me bloody because he did a horrible job cleaning off the leaves and smoothing it out. It was the only time mother ever intervened. She managed to calm him down from whatever had set him off that time, and sent me to my room. She came up later with a little dittany and after I was all fixed up she told me I shouldn’t bait Neil so much.” Grace gave a bitter laugh. “So as long as it’s just over a branch with some stinging wheals, I won’t like it, but I’m still better off.” she finished. Gentle fingers tipped up her chin, and she saw a soft expression on her brother’s face.

“Do you want to come with me to France?” he asked. She smiled at him.

“It’s all right here. I don’t want to put a crimp on your lifestyle. Getting laid would be harder toting around your kid sister.” She said.

“If you feel father is mistreating you, ever at all, you send me an owl.” Draco said, withdrawing his hand.

“Thanks for extending the invitation, but I really shouldn’t have said that to dad. I just…blurt things sometimes. Especially if I’m nervous…” she said, finally making note of her chunky milk. She picked up her spoon from the table, and scooped up a spoonful of the soggy mess. Then she ate it.

“Ewww….” Draco looked slightly horrified at the mess she’d just put in her mouth. She swallowed and looked at him innocently.

“Never waste perfectly good cookies…”

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God, Draco, those are the best kind. I personally like soaking my Oreo until it turns to chocolate cream soupy stuff, and then eating it off my spoon. Yumm....

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