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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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I just wanted to let you guys know I love you. You're my sunshine in the rain, and my flower in the winter time. Your reviews make my whole day brighter. I've got some action-packed goodness in this chapter, and some family drama (the best kind.) So sit back, relax, and enjoy what I've prepared for you.

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“What the buggering hell just happened?” Harry asked after they’d Apparated away from the Malfoy grounds.

“I’m not sure. Who was that girl? I bet Malfoy’s up to something! Did you notice what she said? ‘Beat me for breathing next time.’ He’s probably trying to break her or something…” Hermione said. Harry looked at her as if she’d grown another head.

“Or….since she appeared to be a carbon copy of him, she could be his daughter…” he suggested. Hermione gave Harry a look that he had come to translate as ‘I’m sorry you’re so stupid.’

“She had an American accent, Harry. Malfoy is as English as tea time. I seriously doubt he has an American child.” Hermione said. Harry just rolled his eyes at her.

“I’ve heard he was quite the wild thing back in the day, Mione. No telling who he boinked.” Harry replied. Hermione just stared at Harry.

“That was a mental image I didn’t want.” She said. Harry laughed.

“Aw, Mione, come on! I’ve heard all the girls at Hogwarts above fifth year imagined Malfoy forcing them into a broom cupboard!” he teased. Hermione’s face lit up with mortification at how truly close to home Harry’s teasing statement hit. He had no idea that even the girls in Gryffindor tower enjoyed it when Draco’s father came to visit, because it fueled sweaty, late-night fantasies for weeks.

“You…you…you had fantasies about Malfoy!” she sputtered. Harry’s eyebrows went up quickly at her flustered look.

“Oh…my…gods….you did have fantasies about him! Ew! I was just joking! He’s like…old!” Harry was a little squicked out by that.

“He might have been a murdering Death Eater, but no one will deny he’s damn fine.” Hermione huffed, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. Harry just stared at her.

“I need a drink.”

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Draco walked into the library wearing only his lounge pants. He’d had some interesting conversations with his newly found sister, and now he needed some man-to-man time with his father.

“Good lord, boy. You could at least wear clothes.” Lucius scoffed at his son. Draco just grinned and flopped down on a sofa across from his father. “So what did you think?” Lucius asked.

“I thought she was delightful.” Draco said with a grin.

“Delightful? She’s a damn menace!” Lucius snapped back. Draco’s grin faded immediately.

“Back the fuck off of her right now.” He growled. Lucius recoiled as if Draco had swung at him. “You have no idea what you’re doing with her. She’s abused and she hides it behind a mask of sarcasm and spirit in an attempt to keep people away from her heart. If I hear you’ve taken her out to the Merlin-damned Garden one more time I swear I will hex you!” Draco hissed. Lucius stared at his son as if he’d never seen him before.

“You dare-” Lucius started.

“Yes I dare!” Draco snapped. “I took your crap for years because I thought you knew what was best. Well it turns out you didn’t know fuck and you nearly got me killed! Perhaps the way you did things before isn’t working?” Draco was incensed at his father. “You almost cost me my soul. I will not let you cost my new sister her spirit.”

“What…what has gotten into you?” Lucius finally asked.

“I took hold of my life, father. I reassessed what was important to me, and your antiquated notions of blood purity and superiority don’t fit in with the rest of the world. And so, as I was taught as a Slytherin, I adapted. You need to sort out what’s more important to you: your family, or what other people think. You also need to get laid. Really hard.”

“You need to watch your mouth, Draco. You might be an adult, but that gives you no right to speak to me in such a way.” Lucius said, standing from his chair. Draco stood as well.

“Do you want to start something, father? Because I really can’t tell you how many nights I fantasized about punching you in your smug face.” Draco’s voice was low and harsh. Lucius just went back to the tried and true sneer.

“You always had self-control issues-” He didn’t get to finish his observation, though, because with a cry of righteous anger Draco rushed him, grabbing him by the shoulders and knocking them both back with such force that they flipped the chair Lucius had just stood from. Lucius’ arms came up and knocked Draco’s hands from his person, before trying to flip their positions and get on top of him.

They grappled for dominance for what seemed like forever, both men’s hands tied up in the bid to assert control. Finally Draco managed to wrestle a hand free. He drew back quickly and punched Lucius in the face. Lucius’ head snapped back against the hard floor of the library, and he saw stars. Draco pulled himself away while his father was dazed, watching with satisfaction as blood began to dribble from his nostrils.

Lucius finally gathered himself and tilted himself away from Draco, pressing his hand to his nose.

“You…..brat.” he groaned.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years.” Draco hissed. “Next time you decide to try and put me back in the position of your perfect obedient son, remember that I have a wicked swing. I’m going to bed.” Draco said, and stomped from the room.

And then Lucius was alone with his thoughts. Draco had just punched him! He’d actually started a fight with his own father. And why? Because of that miserable little Yank upstairs. Both of her parents might be British, but she was American by birth and attitude.

He seethed for several minutes, before he finally pulled himself up and sat his chair upright.

It wasn’t fair to blame Grace for the problems he and Draco faced. They’d had a problematic relationship for years and she had just arrived. She was faultless in this. But he found it strange that Draco had taken so quickly to the girl. He also found it strange that Draco hadn’t reacted when Potter and Granger had been in the foyer. Potter and Granger. Potter and Granger!

Perhaps Draco was right. Perhaps he needed to sort out his priorities, and find out what was truly important to him. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and mopped the blood from his face, wincing at the tenderness, before casting a Glamour to hide the swelling and grabbing a handful of Floo powder.

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Draco walked into his room and slammed the door. It had been so satisfying to hit his father. He’d wanted to do it for so long that it almost didn’t feel real that he had. He was still shaking from the excess adrenaline and his heart was thumping wildly.

Then he started to feel a little guilty. He’d never hit anyone like that before, and he’d drawn blood on his father. But he’d deserved it! He told himself. He’d deliberately baited Draco and used his rage against him. But no matter what Draco told himself, he still felt guilty. He should apologize to his father.

Er…he’d wait until he wasn’t so angry. He’d wait until tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow sounded great.

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Grace sat at her desk with a pencil in her hands, sketching away to keep her mind off of what had happened that day. Although she’d gotten an awesome brother, she’d also been whipped like an errant slave. But…but at least she’d actually done something to deserve this one.

She sighed and shaded a bit more of the picture she was working on. She hadn’t gotten a great look at him, but the guy who was in the foyer today was rather cute. And he had the most amazing emerald green eyes that she’d ever seen. His hair defied gravity in a way she’d never encountered. He was in a wheelchair, but she’d never been prejudiced against people like that.

She carefully drew the perfect circles of his glasses and then switched to a colored pencil to shade his eyes. The vibrant green was the only color on the page, but when she sat back and looked at the picture, she thought it was oddly fitting.

A knock at her door nearly startled her, and she slipped the sketch into her desk drawer and put away her pencils. She walked to the door and pulled it open, a bit surprised to see her father.

“We need to talk.” He said. She said nothing, but stood aside so he could enter.

“It’s your house.” She said softly.

He walked inside her room, looking around at the way she’d rearranged the furniture. She hadn’t done much, and the only personalizing she’d really done was to lay out a few feminine items across the top of her bureau.

“I came to apologize.” There! Off like a plaster!

“For….?” She drawled.

“I judged you too quickly and I acted much too harshly.” Lucius said. Grace’s face twisted slightly.

“Draco spilled didn’t he?” she asked angrily.

“Not specifics. Is there something I need to know?”

“No!” she snapped quickly. His eyebrows rose. “I’m sorry, dad. No…there’s nothing I want to say.”

“Draco reminded me of a few things that I needed to be reminded of, though I didn’t like the way he told me.” Lucius said, looking over into the corner instead of making eye contact. “I…I do not want you to hate it here. I don’t like being caught unawares, and you’ve just turned my entire world upside down.”

“I’m sorry. I want you to like me, dad. But I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry.”

Lucius turned to her. “I’ve got a reporter from the Prophet coming tomorrow evening. And the solicitor is coming tomorrow morning. Please be presentable for both.” He said. She nodded.

“’Course, dad.” She agreed quietly.

“Have…a pleasant night.”

“You too, dad.”

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