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Atonement	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 16710 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Monday morning found Hermione seated at her desk in Malfoy Industries. Papers were scattered about chaotically on her desk, looking as if a storm had blown through her office. She had to file a couple of papers and then do some reading, but she just couldn't get herself to focus. She was still on edge from the weekend.
Hermione pulled her hair back, looking at the work scattered across her desk. Her thoughts kept drifting to the older wizard who was located a few doors down.
She glared at the cloak draped over the second chair. She had brought it to work, knowing she'd have to return it to Lucius. But the question was: when or how?
Should she wait and see if he'd come to her? Or should she take it to him? What should she say to him?
Hermione wanted to say something to him… anything, but she just didn't know what. And it was frustrating. She was Hermione Granger for Merlin's sake! The girl who always had all the answers. But not this time, no, she didn't have the answers. And that frightened her.
She had always been so in control of her thoughts and emotions, but now that control was slipping and she didn't know what to do. Her thoughts were racing a million miles a second, darting every which way and that made it hard for her to keep a level head!
And what really frightened her was where these thoughts went. Or what they turned into.
Visions of her and Lucius in a passionate embrace would pop into her head, and she couldn't help but like it. Which brought her to the conclusion that what she really wanted was to go out with him again, on a real date.
She didn't know what to do. Should she act on these feelings? Or should she suppress them and hope they'd go away?
"Damn it, Draco," she cursed under breath. This was his fault. If he hadn't gone and stuck his nose where it didn't belong, she wouldn't even be in this mess.
"You rang, darling," a voice appeared in her doorway.
Sure enough, there was the source of her problems. "Not really," she muttered.
Draco strolled in, sitting down in a chair. He was wearing a huge smirk on his face, directed at her. Looking around, he spotted the cloak. "Is that my father's?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Are you going to give it to him?"
She shrugged. "I don't know yet." She began to shift through the papers on her desk.
He smiled knowingly. "Well, I've got a tid-bit of information for you."
Hermione was quiet. She wouldn't let Draco draw her in again. She'd ignore him and he'd go away, just like an annoying child. It was all about reinforcement, and she wouldn't give in.
"About my father," Draco baited.
Just ignore him, just ignore him, she continued to mentally chant to herself.
"Oh come on, Hermione, I know you want to know," he said, leaning forward and putting his elbows on her desk.
"Fine, what is it?" she asked, snapping at him.
"Well, he's locked himself in his study. I haven't seen him since your date."
She gaped at him. Snapping out of it, she shook her head. "Draco, how is that information? Was that supposed to make me feel better? Because it doesn't."
He leant back, holding his hands up. "Whoa, Hermione, calm down. And it is supposed to make you feel better."
"How?" she asked, arching her eyebrows. "I have a lot of work to do, Draco, so cut to the point."
"Fine, I have my suspicions that my father also enjoyed your little date. It's why he's locked himself away, because he needs to think about things."
"Suspicions? Draco, your suspicions aren't going to help me. Why are you encouraging my feelings when you don't even know for sure how your father feels?"
"I'm just saying," he mumbled, crossing his arms defensively. He stood, pushing his chair back. "I'm just telling you, that night affected him too."
She was quiet, the frustration inside her slowly dissipating.
"I just want you to be happy, Hermione, that's all," he whispered softly before leaving the room, gently closing the door behind him.
Collapsing into her chair, Hermione groaned. She hadn't meant to yell at him and now felt terrible that she had.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She had work to do, and it was time she focused on it.

Hours later, Hermione finally put down her pen. She was finally finished.
Smiling to herself she stood to get her things ready. Packing some extra work into her bag, she realized she still hadn't addressed the issue of Lucius' cloak.
Biting her lip, she realized that she was being silly about the whole thing. She would just drop the cloak off at his office. In and out, no big deal. She could do this, conflicted feelings aside.
Taking the smooth material in her hands, she locked her office and made her way down the hall.
Hermione tried to keep her mind blank but Draco's suspicions kept appearing in her mind. What if Lucius did have a good time with her?
Could this turn into something more?
She mulled that thought over in her mind. She had no doubt that Lucius would be a very generous lover. He did have a snarky attitude and was controlling, but she imagined that was how he showed that he cared.
If this whole thing was to turn into something, Hermione knew that the two of them would end up butting heads many times. Lucius was very controlling but she wasn't one to be controlled. He was still set in his Pureblood ways, which normally drove her emotions up a wall.
She silently snorted to herself when she recalled convincing him to change to pens instead of quills. He had a hard time understanding just how barbaric using quills was. They were messy, annoying, and expensive!
At first he had been venomously against the Muggle pens. She supposed some habits did die hard. But once she saw how efficient they actually were, he changed his mind. Showing him how they worked was amusing as well.
Lucius eventually came to appreciate her Muggle knowledge. She had answers to problems the others couldn't think of. Hermione knew she was an asset to his company.
Yes, the two of them would probably fight a lot, but she imagined the make-up sex would be fantastic. Color flooded her cheeks as she thought about that.
Glancing up, Hermione found herself standing outside of Lucius' office. Her heart raced as she lifted her hand to knock.
"Enter," his curt voice said through the door.
Swallowing the lump in her throat Hermione pushed the door open. Lucius was sitting at the desk, scribbling away at something furiously.
"What is it?" he snapped, not bothering to look up.
She wet her lips. "I was just returning your cloak," she said softly.
His hand immediately stilled and he looked up. His harsh features softened a bit when he saw her. "Hermione, thank you," he said, standing.
She smiled. "No, thank you. I…" she trailed off, panicking. What should she say? Looking up, she saw his grey eyes looking at her expectantly. "Thank you for the other evening," she said, her eyes darting around.
He half smiled, half smirked at her. "It was my pleasure."
Hermione blushed. "I enjoyed myself."
"I am glad; it is always my pleasure to escort a beautiful woman like yourself out."
She smiled at him. "Perhaps we could do it again sometime?" she asked, throwing herself out there. It was the moment of truth… he could accept or decline. The ball was now in his court and Hermione could only hope that Draco was right in his suspicions.
Lucius opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by his assistant, Adalia.
"Mr Malfoy, Miss Jade has owled wondering if you were still on for tonight."
Lucius tore his gaze from Hermione. "Yes, tell her I'll meet her at the usual place."
"Wonderful," Adalia said, sending Hermione a funny look before she left.
Hermione watched his movements carefully. There it was. She turned to leave.
"Hermione," Lucius began.
"No, it's fine," she said, turning back to face him. "I have my answer." She took a deep breath. "I hope you have a wonderful time tonight, Lucius."
His face turned stony once more.
Feeling utterly embarrassed Hermione turned and fled, not saying another word. She flooed to her flat, immediately collapsing onto the couch.
How could she have been so stupid as to think he was single? Lucius was an incredibly good looking wizard, not to mention he was rich. He probably had women after him left, right and center.
Frowning, she placed a pillow over her face and screamed.
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