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Original Sin	By : amburnikole Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 19086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books
or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Ch 8-
Can't Change Me

Inspired
by Chris Cornell's Can't Change Me.
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“Well
that was particularly unexpected. Are you alright?” asked
Hermione concerned.

Lucius
picked himself up from the floor where he had landed not moments
before. They had thought to have rid the painting of all the curses,
but a blasting hex had been hidden in the back of the frame, sending
Lucius to his arse when he tried to pick it up and move it.

He
rubbed his back a little before replying, “yes quite.”

He
waved his wand and muttered the counter-curse before grasping the
frame again and moved it against the wall.

“Well
another day's work is done. Would you care to come to the Manor this
evening and have dinner?”

“I'd
love too! I can bring Tipsy those cookbooks she asked about.”
“Rose
and Hugo are with Mrs. Weasley?”
She shook her head as she
filed away papers.

“No,
with Ron. They'll be with him until the start of school. Well,
primary for Rose and nursery for Hugo.”

“I'm
sure they will enjoy that.”
She placed the last file back in
the cabinet and turned and walked to lean on his desk.

He
shuffled some papers together, signing some, then putting his pen
away.

“Shall
I go home first and change into something more casual?” she
asked while raking the Zen garden she bought him as a cute gesture
some weeks before. He had looked at it, not understanding.

“Why
would I want to rake sand?”

“It
is supposed to be calming and release stress.”

He
had scoffed and said it was a silly notion, yet she caught him
numerous times since then absentmindedly raking the sand when he was
lost in thought.

He
smiled at her.

“If
you would like. I'm going to floo straight from here and let Tipsy
know you are coming.”

“Alright.
I won't take long. Oh! I know we only discussed it in passing, but
would you like to watch a muggle movie tonight?”
“That
would be acceptable. I can get Draco to stop nagging me about not
using the home theater he installed for me on my birthday”

“You
know he only did that to give you something different to do in that
house by yourself. I'm surprised you've never used it.”

“Well,
I've never really asked him how. He showed me once when it was done,
but I wasn't really paying attention and, to be honest, I didn't
really have the desire to use such muggle means for entertainment.
Cars were always my one secret love of the muggle world once I was
first thrust into it. But I have found, more and more as of late,
that I don't mind things muggle much anymore.” he said with a
soft smile.

“I'm
glad. Well I'll be off then and meet you at the Manor.” she
said brightly, grabbing her purse and leaving to the ministry floo
system.

I
don't mind a certain muggleborn much at all as well, he
thought before getting up to leave himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hermione
couldn't contain her amusement. They had watched About a
Boy and Lucius had laughed more
than she had ever seen him.

“Sweet
Merlin, Hugh Grant needs to never sing in public again!” he
exclaimed after the movie ended.

She
chuckled.

“If
you thought that was bad, don't watch Mamma Mia.
Pierce Brosnon is simply horrid at singing. Not sure why they would
cast him in a musical if he can't sing.”

“Well
since you have shown me how to work all of this, I will definitely be
using it more. And I will be sure the add that movie to the list of
things I will not be watching.”

They
sat in a drawing room-turned-home theater on a lovely and very plush
couch surrounded by chairs, a coffee table, in front of the screen
the movie projected on.

Sometime
during the film she had leaned on him, her head resting on his
shoulder. She found it very comfortable and he was very warm and
smelled of spices.

Lucius
was very comfortable as well. He was glad that Will boy hadn't worked
out. He had come to find that he would much rather keep her for
himself. Now, telling her that was a different story. He had tried
many times to begin to tell her his growing fondness for her, but
never really found the right moment or would lose the nerve. Him,
Lucius Malfoy, afraid to tell a woman he was interested in her?
Damned right he was. Having been in a relationship where love wasn't
a factor it was all new to him. Everything was about appearance
before; about the show. But in the simplicity of just being with
another person, through his many evenings with Hermione, he found
that he had been missing out on so much more in his life. She was an
intellectual equal, very beautiful(even without the makeover), and
accepted him just as he was.

He
looked sideways at her face and found that he could very easily just
kiss her now. Her cheeks had the lovely flush that came when she
drank brandy and her eyes danced with mirth at watching the, what did
she call them?, oh yes “deleted scenes”.

As
the last scene played, she drank the last bit of brandy from her
glass before reluctantly moving to place it on the table and stretch.

“You
know Lucius, I am so very glad that we are friends. You are one of my
best now, you know?”

He
felt a pang in his chest at the word “friends”. It was a
reminder that she did not feel the way he did. He forced a smile.

“I'm
glad.” he said softly.

If
friends were all they could be, he would take what he could get.

“Do
you mind if I sleep here tonight? I haven't drunk that much, but I
must confess the desire to sleep on those fabulous sheets again.”
she said with a grin.

“Hmm
I know what I'm getting you for your birthday then. But yes of course
you may stay. I'll have Tipsy prepare the room.” he said with a
smirk, moving off the couch to call for Tipsy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hermione
awoke around two in the morning needing to use the loo. She tried
going back to sleep after, but found her thoughts kept running
circles in her head. She decided to go to the library and read on the
lounge for a bit to unwind. She went into the closet and pulled out
the matching black robe that hung there. Lucius had graciously told
her that Tipsy took it upon herself to purchase some things in case
Hermione stayed over again. She found it to be a sweet gesture. She
pulled it on over her long black nightgown and silently made her way
to the library, hoping not to wake Lucius or Tipsy.

Upon
entering the library, however, she saw the hearth was lit and Lucius,
clad in night-clothes and robe, stood silhouetted in moonlight
looking out one of the high arched windows. She saw the dark circles
under his eyes he must be hiding with glamour charms and felt
immediate sympathy for him. She wondered what was still troubling him
and keeping him from slumber. She brushed her hair from her face and
walked carefully on bare feet over the ornate carpeting to stand
behind him. He inclined his head backwards a little to acknowledge
her presence.

She
carefully stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his front and up
over his shoulders, laying her cheek between his shoulder blades,
hugging him from behind.

He
seemed to draw a ragged breath and she thought he was about to cry.
He covered one of her hands with his and she smiled into his robe.

“Would
you like to talk about it?” she offered in a whisper.

His
slight chuckle vibrated against her and she realized she had never
been this close to him for this long before. When he turned to look
over his shoulder at her, his hair fell back from over his shoulder
and into her face. She moved her head to let it fall against him and
he began to turn. She let her arms fall then and he released her
hand.

“Sit”
he said softly, directing her to the chaise.

She
sat, watching him begin to pace slowly. She waited patiently for him
and finally he stopped and took a heavy breath.

“I
have not slept well since Narcissa left.”
Her eyes widened.

“But
that has been months!”

“Yes.
I am aware.” he said somewhat stiffly.

“That
was not a judgment, simply an expression of concern.” she
replied.

He
nodded in acceptance.

“So
you miss her then?” she said quietly, silently saddened. Of
course she couldn’t ever expect him to love her if he still
loved his wife!

He
shook his head.

“Not
really.”

She
took on a confused expression.

“Not
really?”

He
sighed.

“Our
marriage was not built or based on love. I can admit to becoming
grateful to her for bearing me a son and for standing by me at times,
but I never loved her. When I say not really, it is because I find
it is not really her that I miss, but I miss her being there. I am
not accustomed to being alone, and even though I was alone in my time
at Azkaban I spent much of that time not in my right mind because of
the dementors.”

Her
face immediately softened and a look of compassion crossed her face.

He
chuckled. “How absurd to think Lucius Malfoy is afraid of being
alone hmm?”

She
shook her head and stared at him for a moment. He grew uncomfortable
at her gaze and looked away.

He
heard the rustle of her gown and robe and looked to see her before
him holding out her hand.

He
looked down at her outstretched hand and took it, not knowing what it
was for.

“Come
on then.” she said pulling him toward the door.

He
followed mindlessly until she asked “which way is your room?”

“Hermione
wha-” he started but she cut him off with a tug.

“Hush
now. Which way?”

He
stared at her a moment before realizing she was serious and began
moving.

She
was inwardly impressed at the size and majesty of his chambers.
Everything was a varying rich emerald brocade: the drapes, the
carpet, the comforter. As she took in the bed her brain finally
decided to come alive and question just what she was doing. She told
that voice to shut it.

She
pulled back the covers and smoothed the sheets as he watched in
silence from the doorway.

She
then walked towards him and shut the door.

“Hermione,
you don't have to-” he tried again but she cut that off as
well.

“I
am your friend and I can't stand the thought of you not getting any
rest. This is what friends do, they help each other if they can. It
is within my ability to help you and so I will.” she spoke
firmly.

She
then removed her robe, draping it along the foot of the bed, before
sliding in and pulling the covers up to her chin.

He
slowly undid his robe and placed it beside hers before getting in
beside her.

He
stayed a respectable distance from her, as the bed was quite large,
and he lay there for a moment looking at her and she back at him.

Not
how I thought we would end up in bed together, she
thought.

“Thank
you for being my friend Hermione. I'm not sure I deserve you.”

“Everyone
deserves a good friend. Goodnight Lucius.”

“Goodnight.”

His
eyes slowly closed and for the first time in months, Lucius Malfoy
slept.

Hermione
waited until she knew he was finally sleeping and fell into slumber
herself not long after.
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