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Codename: Creampuff	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 16839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Implied Slash
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Lucius slid into a seat next to Severus, who was moodily nursing
a large mug of tea and peering at the latest edition of The Daily Prophet.� �Are you
done with that?� he asked, pointing to the sports section.� Severus pushed it over without a word and
once again buried his nose in the current events while Lucius opened Quidditch Today and began to read. It
looked as though Bulgaria might be in the running for the World Cup again now
that Viktor Krum was fully recovered from his trek into the pylons of Grimforb
Stadium, he discovered � perhaps they had fitted the beetle-browed moron with
some spectacles so that he could see where he was flying.� Lucius snorted and mentioned this to his
Housemate just as Hermione flung herself into the chair next to him; for some
reason this made her actually growl
and switch seats so that she was further down the table.� What was the matter with the witch? It seemed
no matter what he said, she was bound to take offense from it.�

Molly Weasley bustled up and cooed something at him while he
pretended to be absorbed in the moving ads on the back page; even after almost
a week at Grimmauld Place, the woman
insisted on believing that they were destined to be the best of friends.� For a moment he was strongly tempted to shift
back to his original form � it would be quite something to see how she might
react to Lucius Malfoy sitting at her table � but a vicious kick from his
partner halted that train of thought and he looked over to see her shaking her
head �no� at him.� He glared at her and
rubbed his shin, retuning his gaze to the paper when he suddenly realized he
had been staring at several moving ads for what was termed as �Male Enhancement
Supplements� which featured a scrawny-looking wizard with a huge smile
surrounded by a bevy of beautiful witches who were caressing his
shoulders.� �Increase your size and
stamina!� the ad promised.�

He quickly flipped the paper over and met Severus� eyes.
�What are you looking at?�

Severus smirked.� �I
was simply wondering when you�d realize you had been staring at that
advertisement for the past three minutes.��
He leaned closer.� �But it�s not
as if you actually need those pills.�

�Flattery will get you everywhere, Severus�but if this is
yet another bid to be allowed in my bed, the answer is still �no.�� Lucius blew
on his tea before taking a sip, and he noticed that Hermione was straining to
hear exactly what was said.� �However, if
you do me a �service today, I would
be appropriately grateful,� he murmured.

The other wizard placed The
Daily Prophet down on the table.�
�And what would this service
and the gratitude for it entail?�

Lucius reached over to take the rest of the paper.� �Steal Dumbledore�s map for me.�

Severus placed a restraining hand over his.� �You said something about gratitude,� he
reminded.

�So I did.�� Lucius
turned in his seat and looked up into the other Death Eater�s dark eyes as he
placed his other hand on Severus� leg and ran it up his thigh slowly.� �That autumn ball that�s taking place in
Godric�s Hollow,� he began seductively.

�Yes?�

His hand slid further up and he extended one finger to brush
a button of the frock coat which was positioned directly over the man�s
groin.� �I�ll go with you.�� Lucius withdrew his hand and pulled the paper
from his fellow Death Eater�s hands.� �And
if you�re very lucky, I�ll even dance with you.�� Severus hmphed
and Hermione�s eyes were threatening to pop from her head as she watched
this exchange. Lucius couldn�t help but smile at her confusion, beckoning her
to come back and sit beside him.� She (of
course) shook her head at him, so he went back to scanning the Quidditch
section and let his eyes rest on the margin while he thought about what had
happened.� He immensely pleased with
himself for having figured out the trigger that Dumbledore had planted in the
spell and the change seemed to come easier each time he made the switch from
male to female and vice versa.

His eyes lifted from the paper to rest upon Hermione, who
was eating her breakfast with a healthy appetite and glaring over at Charlie
Weasley between bites.� It made a nice
change to see a witch who actually enjoyed herself openly, just one more thing
that only endeared her to him further.�
He resolved to give her much more to enjoy soon; the way she had
responded to him made watching her now a sweet torture � when she innocently
licked the jam from her spoon, it took all his willpower he could muster to not
drag her away from the table and down to the floor where all he had to do was
adjust their clothing, spread those long legs and push himself inside her.� He returned his gaze to the paper and tried
his best to banish such thoughts as a gaggle of ginger-haired cretins descended
upon him.

�You read about Quidditch, then?� came the question from one
of the identical ones.

Lucius carefully schooled his features to indifference.� �Why, no � I simply enjoy looking at all the
pictures.�� They pestered him all
throughout his breakfast until he performed a non-verbal itching spell upon the
lot of them and excused himself.� �I have
some research to do,� he informed the room as he slipped out.� What he really needed was time (and space) to
do some thinking.� A murmured Incendio lit the fire and for
appearances� sake he withdrew a book from the shelves lining the wall before
sitting down and gazing into the flames.

Hermione Jane Granger.�
An innocuous enough name for the tiny Muggleborn who sat in the other
room with her nose in a book�but he knew differently.� She was confusing, maddening, intoxicating and
exhausting � she had laid siege to his very beliefs since the first moment he�d
ever seen her, full of fire in her twelfth year, and continued to send the
battering ram against him day after day.�
What was it about her that had
him feeling this strange?� For some time,
he hadn�t even been able summon up the usual feelings of lust and glee that he
usually experienced whenever he set foot in the communal showers at the health
club.� He suffered from the most alarming
fantasies of Hermione cooing nonsense words at him as they kissed and caressed
each other (well, the caressing part of it he could understand perfectly) and
he was ready to submit to a psychiatric evaluation at St. Mungo�s if it kept
up; he couldn�t concentrate at all.�

He had begun waking up in the middle of the night just so he
could watch her sleeping, the way her loose curls spilled onto the pillow and
how her mouth would open slightly if he ran his index finger across her
lips.� The nightmares that had plagued
him ever since Azkaban had all but disappeared once they had begun sharing a
bed, something he was grateful for beyond measure.� Not that he would actually thank her
verbally, of course, but he reveled in the feeling of her softness pressed
against him and thanked Merlin that such a witch had been created.� Lately he had simply needed to wake up before
she did so that he could tend to his morning erection in privacy, stroking off
and finding a perverse pleasure in doing so right beside her in the same bed�at
times he longed for her to open her eyes and watch with the wide-eyed interest
she had displayed the first time she had seen him pleasuring himself.

Lucius� mind constantly supplied him with various images of
them coupling, but he always seemed to come back to wondering how it would feel
to have her laying in his arms, flushed and replete from their lovemaking.� With the other sexual partners he had
experimented with before, he had always insisted that they leave immediately
after he had achieved his pleasure � they had served their purpose, after
all.� But he wanted Hermione curled
around him, murmuring words of praise and�love. There it was, the word he had
been avoiding.� He wanted her love.� Well, her regard as well � part of his
strange attraction to her was the fact that she was undeniably brilliant, an
aphrodisiac more potent than the most expensive liquor.� Lucius thought that perhaps he might have her respect already�there was
no denying that she considered him a friend, a claim that not many could
make.� But love? He hadn�t had any
experience in it at all, so how on earth could he tell if she loved him?� He didn�t know if he wanted to love her in
return and he didn�t know if he could
love another person.� He certainly hadn�t
loved Narcissa, and Draco was forced to make due with what affection he could
get from his mother since Lucius could barely stand to look at the boy.

Sighing, Lucius replaced the book upon the shelf and stood
staring down into the fire when Severus came in the room with the map.� �Though why I do these things for you is
beyond me,� Severus groused as if continuing an argument.� �Do I want to know what you need this for?�
he asked as he held the parchment out.

�No, I�m not sure you do�or that you�d even be remotely
interested.�� Lucius took the map and
studied it carefully before placing his fingertips on the surface above the
tiny dot labeled �Creampuff�.� A muttered
incantation and the dot glowed blue before fading to its original color.� �Bookworm� received the same treatment before
he handed the map back to Severus.�
�Thank you, my friend.�

�I still don�t see why you won�t let me��

�Severus.� It may have
escaped your notice, but in this body I happen to have ovaries.� Let�s leave them
alone, shall we?�

�I could use protection,� Severus wheedled.

�No.�

With an injured sniff, the taller man swept past him to
return the map and left Lucius alone to implement the rest of his plans for the
night.� He locked the door from the
inside so that none but he could release it, and shifted to his normal form
before he Flooed his solicitor.� While
the man was bug-eyed with curiosity over how his client had gotten out of Azkaban,
he was well-paid enough to swallow his questions and answer Lucius�.� He stepped through the Floo to conduct the
business at hand and by the time he was satisfied that the other man would
implement his instructions in a satisfactory manner, a hefty pouch of Galleons
had been handed over. ��Just make sure
everything is ready,� he admonished a final time before leaving � the other man
nodded hastily, his eyes on the gold spilling from the black purse.� Yes, he would do the job to the letter if not
for anything other than greed�Lucius had promised him another purse if he was
satisfied with the results.� He returned
to Grimmauld Place and removed the Charm
that held the door closed, stepping out to find Hermione.

She was in the midst of a complaint to Dumbledore, who was
looking a bit glassy-eyed.� ��and I have
to start at six!� Six o�clock.�
Six. Of. The. CLOCK!� Hermione bellowed, pointing to her wristwatch
agitatedly.�

Lucius cleared his throat and couldn�t help but recoil in
alarm when she whirled on him, her eyes aglow with indignation. ��Easy�take a breath,� he instructed.� �It�s my first night as well, didn�t I tell
you that? I thought I told you.�

�No, I suppose that had slipped your tiny mind as well,� she
howled in his face.� He mentally
retracted his previous assumption about having her respect.� �I don�t even have a costume yet!�� Dumbledore looked towards the door longingly.

�We�ll just go get one, then,� Lucius suggested, sliding a
supportive arm about her rigid shoulders and guiding her towards the stairs as
he proffered the olive branch.� �I need
to practice in my new shoes, so why don�t we walk over to that shop you were
looking in last week? I heard that they were having a sale.�� Actually, he had heard no such thing but just
as he had thought it would, the mere thought of watching him twist an ankle in
the five-inch heels that completed �Creampuff�s� outfit made her smile and
agree.� �I�ll meet you at the door in
five minutes,� he promised and went to change his clothing as well as picking
up those damned shoes.� If it were for anyone else� he quickly
packed a bag with various items, reduced them, and slipped them into a
pocket.�

He left Hermione to pick out her outfit after sliding the
surprised clerk a wad of pound notes and instructing her to help his partner
choose wisely (and not show her any price tags).� �I�ll be back for you in one hour,� he
promised her. ��I�ve forgotten
something.�� Lucius Apparated away
discretely to check on his solicitor�s progress and finish the last of his
preparations before returning to retrieve his companion who was trying to
decide on a coin belt.� �Just get them
both,� he advised her.� She stubbornly
chose the cheapest looking belt on another rack in response to this and he
rolled his eyes as she carried her purchases up to the counter where the clerk
asked for a sum that was a quarter of the true price.� Pleased, Hermione paid while Lucius motioned
for another clerk to place the fancier, more expensive belts in her bag while
she wasn�t looking.� Under the pretense
of helping her with the bags, Lucius retrieved her money and slid it back in
her purse � he wasn�t about to let a witch pay for things if he was with her.� Plus,
she might think she owes me something for it, he thought slyly.�

�I�m still nervous,� she confessed to him as they walked
from the store with her purchases.� �What
if everyone just laughs at me? I feel like the biggest fraud.�

�You�ll do just fine.�
I wish you�d have shown me your act before now, though,� he chastised
gently, slipping an arm about her waist.�
She leaned into him, her nervousness plainly written on her face, and he
placed a kiss on her temple as they walked back to Grimmauld
Place.� Once there, she ran
to get another change of clothes and came back wrapped in a large overcoat.

�I�m ready,� she quavered.�
Lucius took her hand and guided her to the fireplace where he tossed in
a handful of Floo powder, explaining that he had hooked it up to their
destination that morning. They stepped through together into a large, elegantly
furnished room lit with floating candles and she expressed her
astonishment.� �I didn�t know it was a Wizarding
club!�� He showed her where to place her
clothes and pointed to the door that led to her �stage.�� She was deathly pale and nodded shakily when
he told her that he would be in the audience watching, so she had nothing to
fear.

He left the room and shifted back to his male form as soon
as the door closed, facing his solicitor.�
�That will be all,� he dismissed the man as he lowered himself in the
single large chair that faced the circular platform.� A movement of his fingers cued the music
Hermione had selected and he sat back to watch as she emerged from the black
curtains with her eyes fixed upon a spot high in the back of the room.� She slowly slid her concealing shawl from her
body and began to move to the music.�
Lucius leaned forward slightly as Hermione began to ease into the rhythm
of the exotic music, shaking her hips.�
He quickly decided that he�d never seen anything as erotic in his life �
she was wearing sheer blue harem pants that did nothing to conceal her long,
shapely legs and underneath them she wore a scanty matching�sweet Merlin, was
that a thong? Oh, yes it was�bless her!�

Lucius forced his eyes away from the maddening swing of
those hips and scrutinized the other details of her costume.� Her top was quite impressive as well; it was
what she termed �Slave Leia-esque� (whatever that meant) and had just enough
metal worked into it that her breasts were pressed together and up�they jiggled
in quite an appealing fashion as she danced and he was forced to adjust himself
before he inadvertently burst a seam in his trousers.

Hermione finally decided that she was brave enough to look
at her audience and he braced himself for the explosion that never came.� She looked around in surprise and a smile
appeared on her lips.� �You�re the only
one here?� she asked softly � it cost him nothing to nod slightly but he was
wholly unprepared for what happened next.�
Instead of blushing and rushing to cover herself as he had thought she
would, she flashed him a wicked smile and resumed her dance.

This dance, however, was different from what she had been
doing�she managed to make it clear with every roll of her hips and each
seductive toss of her hair that this particular dance was just for him.� She leapt lightly from the stage directly in
front of him and dropped to the floor where she writhed on the carpet.� An image of their first meeting surfaced in
his mind and he ejected it viciously (off all the times�!) -� This was no innocent Second Year undulating
before him now and it � Lady Nimue!
He bit on a knuckle as she rolled on her stomach and imitated the movements she
would make if he were thrusting into her from behind; his hips flexed
unconsciously in the same rhythm before he reined himself in.� The music she had selected came to a blessed
end and she pushed herself to her knees, her bosom heaving impressively.� There was nothing he�d enjoy more than bedding
her right then and there, but he needed to take more care with her.� Lucius wanted to keep her coming back time
and again to him, and there was nothing like carpet-burn to persuade a witch to
never look back.

�You were magnificent,� he praised her, meaning every
word.�

She crawled on her hands and knees to him and reached up to
rub his thighs caressingly.� �Thank
you.� It was odd � I just felt so�free.� I can actually understand why some women do
this as a profession.� Her stomach rumbled loudly, making them both laugh.� �And I�m starving,� she confessed.

�Then we shall eat.��
He placed her cloak over her shoulders and held out a hand for her,
smiling when she asked if the restaurant was connected to the club.� �It has always been that way,� he assured
her.

�Shouldn�t I go change my clothes?� she asked, but was
clearly too hungry to care much.

�I don�t see why; the staff is well paid enough not to
stare.�

Hermione was impressed at the lavishly decorated dining room
and exclaimed in surprise as an elderly butler placed their dishes in front of
them.� �How did you know my favorite
foods?� she asked.� The servant looked at
her sharply, then at Lucius who motioned him away.

�I put in a word with the chef � besides, this is a highly
select establishment, my dear,� Lucius said, careful not to let his intense
inner amusement manifest itself.� �It
would be a shame indeed if one�s guests were not well provided for, at any
rate.� Napkin?� he slid a linen napkin
embroidered in black and green over to her, folded his hands, and waited.

Hermione picked it up to inspect it.� �And such a lovely crest on the�the�.� She
looked up at him.

The time for games was long past, he decided.

��Welcome to Malfoy
Manor; would the lady care to sample the wine?�

tbc�

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