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My Best Friend's Father	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 24064 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Author's Note:
This chapter is a bit heavier than the others, but we are getting very close to the steamier bits of the story! Chapter 7 will be fluffy and happy to make up for it! Especially since another obstacle is in the very near future *shifty eyes*. I'll try to have another chapter up this weekend. I'm nearly done Chapter 18 for Bad Romance I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll have it up tomorrow. Chapter 8 for When Duty Calls isn't very far along but I plan on having that posted by Sunday!
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Hermione sat up with a yawn and stretched her arms above her head. The morning sun filtering in through the curtains illuminated the large ring on her left hand, causing her to jump. Memories of the night before flooded her mind; the dancing, the kiss, the toast, the half-naked make out session. She frowned remembering how Lucius had stopped her from trying to remove his clothing. Although he had said that he didn’t want her to wake up with regrets, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was more worried that he would regret letting things go any further.
It was only 6 in the morning, but there was no use in trying to fall back asleep. Her mind was already in overdrive. She rolled the silky gray pants Lucius had lent her around her hips in a poor attempt to keep the bottoms from dragging the floor, crept down stairs as quiet as possible, and tip toed past the den where Draco still lay passed out in a deep sleep. He was going to have a horrible hangover when he finally woke up.
The house elves already had coffee made when she finally made her way into the kitchen. “Thank you so much Tilly.” Hermione smiled. “No need to thank Tilly, Miss.” She gave Hermione a half smile and wandered off. The curly haired witch shook her head with a smile and took a sip of coffee. The Daily Prophet had already been delivered, and just like the day before, Lucius and Hermione had made the front page. She scooped up the paper and made her way to the small cozy library on the second floor.
She plopped down in her favorite oversized arm chair, setting her coffee on the side table, and pulling her legs up to her chest as she set the paper on her knees. A beautiful moving photo of their first kiss graced the front alongside the photo of Lucius on bended knee. Hermione couldn’t help but smile as she spotted his lips whispering ‘marry me’ against hers in the first photo.
Lucius walked by the door of the library, smiling as he caught the young witch beaming at the paper balanced precariously on her knees. Seeing her practically swimming in his gray sleepwear with her hair a mess falling into her eyes made him deeply regret sending himself away from her the night before. The thought of stripping the silk garments from her frame, tangling his fingers in her unruly hair, and bending her over the many pieces of furniture scattered about the room buried deep inside of her made his pressed pants seem all too uncomfortable.
“You okay?” A pair of rich brown eyes full of worry met his. “You look kind of out of it.”
“Just lost in thought.” He smirked sauntering over to look at the paper in front of her. “I must say, the vultures took some beautiful photos of the event. Although, I’m quite sure any picture you are in would be stunning regardless.”
Hermione’s breath caught as he leaned in and pressed a soft lingering kiss on her lips. The blond wizard seemed a bit caught off guard by his own actions, but quickly recovered clearing his throat. “How does the article read?” He asked leaning against the desk across from her, his white button up shirt straining against the hard planes of his chest. She wondered how much he liked that shirt as the urge to rip it from his body bubbled up to the surface. He arched an eyebrow waiting for her to answer.
The flustered witch took a deep breath and composed herself. "Really well surprisingly, the only thing Rita Skeeter embellished on was your toast. She twisted it to make it sound like we had been having an illicit affair for years, but I'm not terribly worried about that."
"Are you sure you're okay with that?" He asked softly.
Hermione shrugged taking a sip of her coffee. "It's much better than people thinking I've started moonlighting as a high priced escort." She laughed.
Lucius smirked. "Anyway, I'll be in and out of meetings all day so I probably won't be around much today."
"That's fine." She smiled looking back over the paper. "I'll probably be leaving in a bit to go back to my flat. I just want to check on Draco and leave a few potions near him before I go. I'm sure I have a mountain of paperwork to go over to prepare for work tomorrow."
"When should I expect you back home?"
"I should be home all day." She said still reading over the Prophet.
"I meant HOME not your flat." He said sternly raising his eyebrows.
Hermione sighed. Was it really going to be one of those mornings again? "For the time being, my flat is still my home."
"What? Do you plan on marrying me and living elsewhere?" He crossed his arms and glared at her.
"Stop being ridiculous." She snapped placing the paper next to her in the chair. "You know I'm not going to live somewhere else once we're married."
"Ridiculous?" He growled. "I'd mind your tongue and remember to whom you are speaking."
She stood up looking at him defiantly. "I'm trying to be civil, but apparently you have no desire to give me the same courtesy. I'm going to be your wife for Merlin's sake!"
"Yes you will, and as my wife you will respect my wishes. I won't tolerate your blatant disregard of my authority." He hissed rounding on her. “Know your place as a woman, lest I put you there.”
"I'm not scared of you Mr. Malfoy." She said staring daggers at him.
"Lucius." He snapped.
"No." She countered. "Lucius is the loving, strong, brilliant man I enthusiastically agreed to marry last night. Mr. Malfoy is the cold, callous, tyrant standing in front of me." She looked him up and down, anger overtaking her delicate features.
"Hermione please wait." He choked out at her retreating figure. She glanced back with tears in her eyes and stormed away. The floo activated in the next room and she was gone.
Lucius sent the coffee table flying across the room in one swift kick, causing it to splinter against the opposite wall, before sliding down into the nearest chair and putting his face in his hands.
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Hermione sat in the middle of her bed with several case studies spread out around her. She was doing some experimental trials on 6 patients and gave strict orders that the medi-witches and other healers were to write up detailed reviews for her every shift. Each case was extremely perplexing. It was very similar to muggle cancer, but because it was a magical malady it didn’t react to muggle forms of treatment like radiation therapy or chemotherapy.
She was relieved that the trial had managed to slow the growth of infected cells to an almost complete halt. The relief faded as she realized that this method may not give as much time as she was hoping to get. The last few trials had completely bombed, but she was confident they were getting closer to an answer.
Her mind drifted as she gathered and reorganized the papers around her. The image of Lucius’ fierce face came to the surface. She blinked away the image continuing her mundane task. His pleading voice and the forlorn expression in his eyes flitted back into her mind. He was hurt. Guilt began to overwhelm her for leaving him in such a state. His biting comment flooded over her and she was immediately brought to tears. She wasn’t sure just how much she could take of the mercurial wizard.
She leaned back in her bed with a groan, shutting her eyes when the floo activated downstairs. “Mione?” Ginny’s gentle voice rang out.

“Upstairs.” Hermione answered loudly.
Ginny quickly made her way up to her friend’s room and plopped down on the edge of the bed. “Draco just stopped by Grimmauld place.” She said gently. “He was in hysterics.”
Hermione jolted up in bed. “What’s wrong? Is he okay? Is Lucius okay?”
“Draco is fine. His father holed himself up in his room after all of his meetings were taken care of.” She paused taking a deep breath. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”
Hermione furrowed her brow. “He said some pretty shitty things if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Draco said his study was a mess of wood and splinters when he went in there.”
Hermione’s eyes grew wide. Had he hurt himself? Did someone come after him? She shot up out of the bed, smoothing down her knee length floaty skirt, and raced over to her closet to grab a pair of flats.
“Where are you going?” Ginny asked already knowing the answer.
“I need to go check on Lucius.” She said over her shoulder taking the steps two at a time down to the sitting room. Before Ginny could even open her mouth the curly haired witch was gone.
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"Draco!" Hermione yelled out as she stepped into the foyer. "Lucius!"
No one answered. She made a mad dash up the three flights of stairs to the master suite. "Lucius?" She called knocking on the door. The faint clinking of ice in a glass could be heard from the other side of the door. She tugged on the door handle to find it locked. She began to panic.
"Lucius? Are you okay? Please say something!" She yelled pounding on the door. A faint clicking noise caught her attention as the door was unlocked.
She burst through the door, her eyes darting around the room. The suite itself was almost bigger than the whole bottom floor of her flat. It was fairly bright with the vast amount of candles lit in the intricate chandelier situated in the middle of the room. An enormous 4 poster bed sat to one side with an elegant dark wood night stand with silver trim flanking each side. The walls were covered in a multitude of interesting tapestries. On the opposite side it looked like another study. Books lined the walls around a grand polished desk. Hermione smirked as she noticed the abundance of green and silver throughout the room.
"Can I help you, Miss Granger?" Lucius asked stiffly standing in the doorway to what she assumed to be his bathroom. His attire was still prim and pressed, but his eyes looked tired as they stared back at her.
"Hermione." She corrected him raising an eyebrow. His eyes gazed down to her hand where the ring he placed on her the night before still sat glistening in the candle light.
"You're still wearing it?" He asked walking over to his desk to retrieve his tumbler of brandy.
"Why wouldn't I?"
He took a sip of brandy and arched an eyebrow. “I thought you would have changed your mind after this morning.”
“Do you really think so little of me?” Hermione whispered taking his hand and giving it a light squeeze. “Just because we got into a fight doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you, or that I changed my mind about us.” She paused to look up into his eyes. “Have you changed yours?”
Lucius looked down at the curly haired witch in astonishment. “Of course not.” He answered quickly. “But after what happened…”
She put a finger to his lips and smiled. “We’ll talk about it later. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She rose up on her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her hair. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. "Please don't leave me."
"I won't." She said softly.
Lucius pulled away "Thank you." He breathed leaning in to capture her lips in his. Hermione sighed into his mouth as her hands moved up his neck and into his hair deepening this kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips while his hands caressed her sides. A shiver ran down her spine at the contact, her body already buzzing with need. In her 21 years she'd never had a kiss overwhelm her like his did.
His hands were gentle as they skimmed over the swell of her bottom. Her breath hitched when he gave her cheeks a gentle squeeze and pulled her flush against him. A groan escaped his lips as she rubbed her body over his arousal. Hermione gently moved her hands from his hair, sliding them down his neck, and onto the collar of his shirt. She smiled against his lips as his body shuddered against hers. Having control over the powerful blond wizard tangled around her was heady.
Her fingers began to gently unbutton his shirt her lips never leaving his. His kisses became feverish as her hands made the slow torturous descent down his chest. She giggled when he growled, shoving her hands out of the way and making quick work of the rest of the offending buttons. His shirt fell to the floor exposing his pale muscular chest. She pulled away to take in the shirtless Adonis in front of her. He gave a smug smile as her hands caressed every inch of his exposed flesh, her breathing becoming rapid. He cupped her face bringing her back in for a passionate kiss.
His fingers ghosted over her neck and trailed over her full breast. She moaned into his mouth as he gently pinched a pebbled nipple through her shirt. The need to feel her naked flesh against his became dire as he ripped the front of her shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His lips fell back onto hers feverishly as he threw the shredded garment over his shoulder. His hand kneaded her soft flesh over her bra groaning when her hand slipped between them to rub over his covered erection.
He playfully tossed her onto the bed with a smirk, his platinum locks falling into his face. Hermione could feel a slow warmth building in her lower belly making her desperate for his touch. He crawled between her legs, his fingers gliding over the top of her thighs rucking up her skirt. His body hovered over hers. Their eyes met and a zap of electricity surged through the air around them. In that moment something happened that neither one of were completely aware of.
His leaned forward, nipping at the sensitive skin under her ear, and grinding his hips into hers. “Lucius.” She whispered his name like a prayer as she pushed her hips up to let his struggling erection rub deliciously over her thinly veiled core.
“I need you, now.” He husked moving his hand to his belt as his lips crashed against hers. His hands moved frantically over the buttons of his slacks, desperate to feel her underneath him.
The door flew open and a high pitch scream filled the room. Draco threw a hand to his forehead dramatically sliding down the door frame. Lucius stood up fixing his slacks and staring daggers at the young wizard on the floor. Hermione pulled down her skirt as she sat up with her legs crossed.
“Do you not know how to knock?!” Lucius hissed.
Draco stood back up fanning himself. “Well, I didn’t expect to find you both bumping uglies and…. OH MY GODS!” He wailed stooping down next to the ripped blouse on the floor. “This is Prada! You monster!” The young wizard snatched the fabric off of the floor and glared at the couple. “You should be ashamed of yourselves!” He snapped sashaying out of the room in a huff.
Hermione laughed and slid off the bed. Lucius retrieved his white button up shirt from the floor and placed it over the young witch’s shoulders. “Well that was awkward.” She giggled turning to give her wizard a quick peck on the lips. “I guess that’s my cue to get back to the flat and finish dealing with the mountains of case studies by my bed.”
“’You could always stay.” He replied with a mischievous smile. She shook her head and ran her hands through his tousled blond hair before walking to the fireplace and flooing back to her flat.
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