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The Senior Project	By : Lizski Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 37490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6

Gods. The sex with Lucius was fantastic. She couldn't deny that. In fact, she would have sworn an allegiance to the Dark Lord himself if she could have been guaranteed to have Lucius' head between her legs at least once a day until the end of time. Nor could she deny that he seemed to turn into an interminable bastard as soon as his cock was no longer hard. Circe be damned. If the man just wasn't so intriguing, on so many levels, she'd be content to never see him again. Instead, it seemed like he was in her blood. It almost felt like he'd become a part of her.

Damn. She sat down on her bed, suddenly feeling exhausted. She had gone to him willingly. She had known what she was getting herself into this evening, and yet she had done it anyway.

She shook her head in disbelief. Lucius. Malfoy. And yet she burned still for him. Gods. There was no way she could tell anyone about him. A wistful smile came to her face as she imagined Lavender and Parvati in their next nail-painting session where they would feel the need to divulge their most intimate details of their love lives. The look on their faces when she described her own lover would be entertaining. At least for the split-second she'd have before they went to tell Harry, Dumbledore, and anyone else within hearing range.

And yet the harsh reality was that the man was a Death Eater, he enjoyed thumbing his nose at the Ministry, and if rumors were to be believed, he bathed in the blood of Muggles every full moon. Certainly not the kind of man that one could bring home to meet the parents.

She giggled tiredly. She thought the bathing in Muggle blood a little far-fetched, but he still wasn't the kind of person that any of her friends would ever allow her to associate with.

Gods. What was she thinking? It's not like he was ever going to go anywhere with her. Other than to the nearest couch, bed, or mostly horizontal surface that they could find. Heck, in public he probably wouldn't even acknowledge knowing her. Couldn't she just accept that Lucius was using her for sex? Obviously, the excitement of not getting caught was turning him on. No doubt that's why he had slept with her again tonight. Damn him.

Face it, Granger, she told herself. He's just a bastard, and he's using you. But damn it, she countered. Why the hell does being used have to feel so good? Just avoid him, came the response. Her mind in a turmoil, she undressed and crawled into bed. Exhaustion overtook her, and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

****

The next morning Hermione woke to rain beating against her windows, her body achy and stiff. She got out of bed and immediately felt dizzy. Getting back into bed, she decided that another hour or two of sleep wasn't out of the question.

Several hours later she awoke again, feeling better than she had earlier, but not by much. Still she had work to do, and it wouldn't do to fall behind in anything; Harry and Ron were already concerned about her. They didn't need any additional ammunition for their worries. She brewed some tea, and once she was feeling better, she headed off to the library.

The following week also passed quickly for Hermione; it seemed like the more things she had to do, the less time she had in which to do them. She was still feeling tired, but it was typical for this time in the school year; classes, her senior project, and her Head Girl duties left her short on sleep. While she was able to push away thoughts of Lucius during the day, he invaded her dreams and she often woke up wet and wanting.

Friday afternoon came as a relief. Ron and Harry had been keeping a close watch on her all week, and they both seemed relieved that she didn't seem to be getting sick. In an effort to show the two of them that she was feeling fine, she had agreed to Ginny's invitation to a girls-only party in her room later that evening. She groaned softly. It wasn't that she didn't like Ginny or the other girls, it was just the idea of sitting around and speculating about the opposite sex wasn't high on her list right now. Especially not right not. Still, she didn't want to offend Ginny, and she didn't want another week of Ron and Harry watching her like a hawk.

****

'What do you think about Malfoy?' The question caught Hermione off guard, and she felt herself blush, her heart pounding, before she realized that Ginny was talking to Lavender, and they were discussing Draco, and not his father.

'He doesn't have his father buy him a new broom every year for nothing, you know,' the girl replied with a knowing smile. 'I bet he's just trying to make up for other, uh, inadequacies.' The group burst into giggles, and Hermione half-heartedly joined in. If Draco was endowed anywhere near as well as his father, he wasn't compensating for anything. As soon as that thought popped into her mind, she pushed it away again. She was not going to think about Lucius. Not now.

'I don't know, though,' began one of the other girls. 'He's pretty cute with that hair of his. I wonder if the collar and cuffs match!' She giggled, and the others joined in the debate of whether all of Draco's hair was the same color. Hermione bit her tongue. Again, if Lucius was any indication, Draco's pubic hair would be only a shade or two darker than the hair on his head. Gods. This conversation had to focus on someone else.

'Could we please talk about someone other than Draco,' she muttered through clenched teeth. Ginny looked at her friend in surprise.

'Feeling a little soft towards Malfoy, Herm? Maybe you two have been spending too much time together lately' Parvati started cattily.

'No. But you're right, I spend too much time with him as it is with all the Head Girl duties. But I don't want to spend more time speculating on his sexual equipment, or lack thereof.' Her voice was stiff, although she tried to infuse a note of humor into it. The rest of the group burst into giggles.

Ginny smiled knowingly. 'That's okay, Herm. We know he's too young for you, anyway. You'd crush him like a bug. You need someone older.' Hermione's heart froze. Damn it. Ginny could not possibly know. 'I think you and Snape could make quite a pair,' he friend laughed teasingly. Hermione reached for a stuffed animal and threw it at the red-head.

'Oooh. With those long fingers of his, I wonder what he's got under his cloak,' started a fifth year that Hermione barely knew. Furtively, Hermione looked around the room. If the polyjuice was accurate ' and she knew it was ' she had a little information in that department, too. Thor's hammer. Time to redirect this conversation.

'Circe's wand. I don't want to know what Snape's got under his robes. Ugh!' She hoped she sounded convincing without overdoing it. 'But Ginny, who've you got your eyes on this week? Seamus? Or was that last week?'

Ginny turned bright pink, but settled down to regale the group with her latest catch. Hermione picked up one of the Muggle magazines that some of the girls read. She leafed through pages on how to achieve the perfect orgasm, musing over her own thoughts. Lucius' mouth and her own spread legs came immediately to mind as a good start. She blushed, and instantly hoped that her friends would think she was embarrassed by Ginny's recounting of her latest adventures.

'But I think we really need to focus on finding Hermione a guy. I mean, she sits there quietly while we all talk. She needs to be able to participate.' Ginny grinned wickedly.

Hermione spent the next 20 minutes listening to her friends and house-mates dissect (and giggle about) her supposedly non-existent sex life. Several names were discussed in detail, including Ron ('No offense Ginny, but that would be like sleeping with my brother ' if I had one.'), Harry ('Er, do you really think he likes girls?'), Charlie, ('Sorry again, Ginny. That would be like sleeping with your brother. Oh. Wait. He is your brother.'), and Colin Creevy ('Don't even think about it, or you will see hexes like you have never seen before.'). Ultimately, talk turned back to their first two topics of conversation ' Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. The group was divided between the two, with Ginny pushing Snape, and Parvati championing Draco.

Hermione glared at all of them. 'No. Thank you. Not on any level-' she started, silencing the group with her tone. 'I am perfectly capable of taking care of my own needs,' the group giggled nervously, 'without any scheming on your part,' she continued. 'While I am perfectly happy to listen to the rest of you talk about your sweaty gropings with boys that have ' in your words, Lavender ' little talent and less concern for your own well being, I can safely say that you have convinced me to wait until these little children grow up a bit more.'

Ginny grinned triumphantly. 'See! That's why Snape would be perfect for you!' Hermione reached for another stuffed animal and tossed it forcefully at Ginny.

Ginny stood up, still smiling, and went to her wardrobe. She returned with a bottle of cheap wine in her hands. 'All right, ladies, time to move this to the next level.' She looked at Hermione questioningly.

Hermione stood up, stifling a yawn. 'Sorry, but I can't be a part of this. I have to go do rounds-' she was interrupted by cries of 'Spoilsport.' 'I have to go do rounds,' she continued, 'and I cannot participate in this. However, if you wait to open that until after I leave, I can safely assure myself that I have not seen any illegal activity going on in this room.' She stared meaningfully at Ginny. 'And I'll leave some Hangover Relief in the main bathroom, in case anyone feels the need for it tomorrow morning.'

She turned to leave, and heard Ginny's voice, 'Perfect for Snape. I'm telling you.' The rest of the group burst in to giggles, and Hermione shook her head as she left the room.

Of course, she realized as she walked out of the Gryffindor tower, this would be her evening to do rounds with Draco. Mithras' horns. Draco was probably the second to last person she was in the mood to see tonight. Still, she completed her rounds with him, trying hard to avoid staring at the blonde hair, while thanking the gods that Draco didn't wear it long like his father.

'You're quiet tonight, Granger. Cat got your tongue?'

'Nope. Just lost in my own thoughts.' He couldn't know how true her words were.

Draco chuckled. 'I can see that. You need to get out more. Live a little. Stop spending all your time in the library.'

Hermione groaned loudly. 'Not you too. I've just come a group of girls that is convinced that I need to be set up with someone.'

Draco smiled. 'They're probably right, you know.' He paused, smirking, and again Hermione was struck with the thought that Draco was nowhere near the man his father was. 'Anytime you want to see what they're all talking about, give me a call, I'd be happy to oblige.'

She smiled, for once appreciating his friendly teasing. It was funny how occasionally she was able to see a different side of him on these late night rounds. 'Thanks, I'll keep you in mind, but I probably shouldn't. Your father'd kill you, and I'd hate to be responsible for that,' she replied with a grin, suppressing the thought that his father probably would kill him, although probably not for the reasons Draco might think.

They parted on somewhat friendly terms, and Hermione went back to Gryffindor, stopping to leave some Hangover Relief in the girl's bathroom.

As late as it was, she couldn't get to sleep when she got back to her room. She had another meeting scheduled with Severus tomorrow night, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to go. She wanted Lucius. Wanted him badly. He visited her almost nightly in her dreams. But she didn't want to face another cold dismissal. Mercury, you bastard, if you're paying attention, please let Severus be there tomorrow night. I can't deal with another night of Lucius. No matter how good the sex may be.

****

Hermione enjoyed the luxury of sleeping in late on Saturday. She was still feeling tired, but again, it wasn't surprising, given that she had been lying awake until the wee hours of the morning, tossing and turning. She debated staying bed even longer, but her stack of books on her desk was too imposing to ignore. Besides, she decided, she'd better get ahead on her work now, in case Lucius was in the dungeons again this evening. She had been almost completely non-productive last Sunday in the library, and while she was able to quickly make it up, she didn't want to experience that same panic that came from being behind.

She spent several hours at her desk methodically working her way through the assignments that she had before she heard a timid knock on the door. 'Come in,' she called, unaware of how Snape-like her voice sounded.

Slowly, the door opened a red head poked it's way inside. 'Uh, Hermione? Do you have a minute?'

Hermione looked up and nodded at Ginny to enter. 'Sure. What's up?'

'Uh. Thanks for last night. I mean, with the wine. I was really careful that no one got out of hand or anything. I didn't want you to get in trouble.'

The older girl smiled. 'Don't worry about it. I knew that you'd be able to handle it. Besides, there wasn't enough wine there to cause too many problems.'

'Uh. One other thing,' Ginny started slowly. 'I hope you weren't mad about last night. We were just having some fun. I mean, it was all in fun ' I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything.'

Hermione unconsciously relaxed. She hadn't even realized that she had been jittery until then. 'Don't worry, Ginny. It wasn't a big deal. I've just got other things on my mind. Guys and sex just aren't at the top of my list right now.'

Instead of reassuring her, Hermione noticed that her words had the opposite effect. 'Well, uh, I mean, I didn't want you to think that if you didn't like, uh, guys, that I'd think there was something wrong with you. I mean, if you, uh, liked, uh, girls, instead,' Ginny stammered, her face red.

Thor's balls. 'Don't worry Ginny. You guys didn't offend me last night. I wasn't bothered by it at all. And just because I don't actively participate in the sharing of the gory details, or the discussion of the hunt for the latest victim doesn't mean that I don't like spending time with you guys. It gives me a chance to unwind, listening to your exploits.' She smiled warmly, hoping that she had diffused Ginny's interest in her sex life without hurting her feelings too badly.

Ginny nodded slowly. 'Okay, Herm. I just wanted to make sure you weren't mad or anything. And, uh, we thought we'd go swing by quidditch practice in a little bit ' Slytherin has the field for an hour, and then Gryffindor gets it. And a few of us thought it might be fun to go watch.'

Hermione glanced out the window; it was cloudy, but not horribly unpleasant. And it would be a sign of goodwill on her part ' and it might help take her mind off her meeting this evening.

'Okay. Give me a couple of minutes to get ready, and I'll meet you in the common room.' Ginny grinned happily and left the room.

****

Watching quidditch practice with some of the girls from Gryffindor had been entirely uneventful, other than the exaggerated wink that Draco gave Hermione as he walked past the group of girls, causing Parvati to giggle loudly, and whisper to Ginny that she 'knew' Draco would be a good choice for their friend.

Hermione sighed inwardly. Gods. She didn't need Draco making a pet project of her at the moment. If anything got back to Lucius about that, well, she didn't even want to think about how quickly he would come down on Draco. Or her, for that matter.

She fervently repeated her prayer to Mercury from the night before.

Leaving practice with the others, Hermione headed to her room for a nap while the rest of the girls remained in the common room, loudly speculating on the prowess of some of the team members.

****

'Herm, what's up with you and Malfoy?' The food turned to chalk in her mouth as Ron's voice addressed her across the dinner table. Swallowing hard, it occurred to her that he had heard the gossip in the common room about Draco's supposed interest in her, and was not, in fact, referring to the senior Malfoy.

'Not a damn thing, Ron. The little ferret just thought he'd try to draw attention to himself by picking out the least likely target for his incessant toying.' She glared at Ron, hoping that he'd keep his mouth shut.

Harry looked a little surprised by her outburst, and stepped in. 'C'mon, Herm. He's only asking because everyone was talking about it in the common room. He didn't mean anything by it. You know we're just worried about you. You still seem awfully tired lately,' his eyes searched her face for a further explanation.

She deliberately softened her voice, 'Sorry Ron. I'm already sick of the rumors about me and Malfoy. I didn't mean to take it out on you.' She looked at Harry. 'And yeah, I am a little tired. But blame Ginny for that. I was up too late last night discussing the physical merits of most of the males over the age of 15 in this school.' She grinned sheepishly.

Ron and Harry both muttered uncharitably about 'hen parties' and turned back to their discussion of the quidditch practice. Quickly, Hermione glanced up to the head table. Not surprisingly, Severus wasn't there again. She sighed. Damn this whole situation. Listening to the conversation ebb and flow around her, she began to mentally prepare for her evening.

****

Feeling much younger and more insecure than she had in some time, Hermione nervously pounded on Severus' office door. Again, the potions classroom had been dark and empty, and Hermione steeled herself for another meeting with Lucius. She could feel her body almost vibrating with nervousness as she awaited a response. A minute passed, and then two, the dungeon hallway eerily silent. She knocked on the door one last time, furtively trying the handle to the door. There was no response, and the door locked.

Tossing common sense to the wind, she reached for her wand. 'Alohomora.' The lock clicked softly and Hermione entered the office, her heart pounding in her throat. The office was dark, a lonely flickering sconce providing the only light in the room. She flicked her wand at two more of the scones, and the room was immediately better lit. Much to her relief, the office was definitely unoccupied.

Relief was quickly replaced with anger. Where the hell was Severus? Where the hell had he been? He was his usual self during the week. Where the hell had he been the last few weeks? And why wasn't Lucius at least attempting to fill in again tonight? Had he tired of her already? Bastard.

Not finding any clues to Severus' or Lucius' whereabouts, she returned to the common room, her anger overwhelmed by an immense sense of exhaustion. She sat in a chair by the fire idly watching the flames dance, her thoughts as jumbled and confused as the erratic flickers of light in the fireplace.

Ron and Harry watched Hermione sitting and not moving. The two young men glanced at one another, glances of concern flickering between them. Finally Harry nodded at Ron, and they both stood up.

'C'mon, Herm. We're going to take you to the hospital wing. You're absolutely exhausted. I knew you'd work too hard on your senior project, and now it's starting to affect your health. I won't stand by and watch you do this to yourself. Madame Pomfrey can give you something to help you sleep,' Harry's voice was soft, almost as if he were speaking to a frightened animal. He reached his hand out to help her up.

Slowly Hermione looked at her friend. He was right. She seemed to be more and more tired, no matter how much she seemed to sleep. Damn that Lucius for disturbing her dreams. 'You're right. Let's go.' She took Harry's hand, and the three friends walked out of Gryffindor tower to the hospital wing.

****

Harry and Ron were quickly bustled out of the hospital wing as the older witch began to run some simple tests on Hermione. Half an hour later, Madame Pomfrey came to Hermione's bedside with a small roll of parchment in her hands. 'My dear, how long have you known?' she asked softly.

Hermione blinked. 'I'm not sure what you're talking about. I've been tired for a few weeks, I guess.'

Madame Pomfrey tutted softly. 'You see, you're in the early stages of pregnancy, my dear.'

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A/N: Thanks for the kind notes. I am on a bit of a roll with this one, so I'm going to keep going with it. I know the pregnancy thing has been done before, but it seemed to fit so perfectly into all of this that I couldn't pass the idea up. I have a few thoughts that I am trying to work into this ' including what's going on with Severus, and why Lucius is such a bastard (other than his innate personality). I really appreciate the thoughts/feedback on this one ' I've been sort of wrestling with things, and I think I finally have an outline that I like. (Now I just need to work on filling in the details!)
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