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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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A long, heavy setup chapter, folks. Evil, but necessary, because in the next one we really get the plot moving. This took me a while to do, because I completely scrapped it once. It's also 5:30 here and I'm sleeeeeeeeepy. I had to slap myself several times just to stay awake long enough to do this. I hope you guys like it and appreciate it enough for a reivew. Or two. Or twenty....I'm not picky.

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Grace stared at the chess board so hard her eyes were crossing slightly. It appeared that she was hoping to stare the pieces into submission, and Draco was so amused that he could hardly hold in his snickers. She finally reached forward and moved a piece, before sitting back and trying to look smug. Draco just laughed, reached forward, and moved his final piece.

“Checkmate.”

“Son of beech!” Grace growled. “I suck so hard at chess. How did you get so good?” she asked her brother, finally just making what she humorously referred to as her ‘horsey-piece’ knock over her random pieces on the board.

“Well first I learned the names of the pieces, and where they were and were not allowed to go. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the King referred to as ‘Crowny McPointy-face.’” He laughed.

So far, Draco had been at the Manor for over a week. The solicitor had drawn up the papers and had received almost immediate response from Celeste when he had made the international Floo call. The story had been broken in a nice, saccharine article well-cushioned by a sizable donation to the Prophet. It was basically a fluff piece telling of Grace’s search for the father she’d never known and an intense curiosity about her family’s rich history.

Lucius had referred to it as a syrupy pile of shite. Draco had merely watched the dynamics between his father and sister. Since his…discussion with Lucius, the older man had been much more receptive of Grace. He was still almost completely closed off emotionally, but it was more his reserved nature now, and Grace had told Draco she didn’t feel like he hated her quite so much.

She’d been a little sad that her mother had written her off as quickly as possible, but a bit of reassuring from Draco had made her feel much better. Also the promise of a great shopping trip with her father. They hadn’t actually gone out and done anything yet, and this was supposed to be their ‘public debut’ as he had taken to calling it, and Grace didn’t argue, because she liked clothes. She was hoping to convince her father to take her into the Muggle world to shop a bit, but Draco had gently told her she probably shouldn’t hold her breath on that one.

She smoothed down her hair and nervously picked a piece of lint off of her shirt. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. It was just a shopping trip, right? She sighed at her reflection and walked from the room. Her father met her in the foyer, and was clasping his robes when she walked in.

Her father was an handsome, yet extremely imposing. With his height and lean build he looked powerful and lithe. He had strong broad shoulders and a narrow masculine waist, and very long legs.   Not a hair on his head was out of place, and even his fine black boots shone pretentiously.

“Were you gay in another life?” Grace asked suddenly.    Her father paused and then looked up at her, blinked once, and then turned away without answering, figuring the best way to prevent himself from slapping some manners into her was to try and ignore some of the things she said. “Because you dress like someone who’s gay.” She added.

“Grace, dear?” he inquired, his jaw clenched.

“Yes, dad?”

“Shut up. Shut up now.”

“Aww, you guys weren’t going to start the fun without me, were you?”

They both turned to see Draco nearly prancing into the foyer, whipping his cape around his shoulders.

“God…does everyone here dress like it’s Halloween of 1843?” Grace asked, appalled at her brothers clothing.

Draco shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care. It’s in style, and you’ll have to learn to love it. Just wait until you get a load of the women’s fashion. You’ll just die.” Draco teased. Grace crossed her arms over her chest.

“This shopping trip suddenly seems so much less fun.” She groused.

“Well that’s too bad, because you’re going. I can’t have my daughter embarrassing me by recycling the three outfits she owns.” Lucius replied haughtily. Grace glared at him.

“Well forgive me, your royal Jerk-ness, for packing light when I left for another continent.” She ground out. Draco, sensing fireworks, stepped between them.

“Technically, Grace, we are on an island. On the bright side, we do have a damn fine Navy.” He said. But Grace and Lucius were still glaring at each other.

“You need to watch your mouth.” Lucius said stiffly to her.

“I would but I don’t have a mirror.” She returned. Draco rolled his eyes.

“Am I going to have to turn this car around?” he asked, trying desperately to break the tension. It worked with Grace, at least, and she released a reluctant giggle. But Lucius just gave Draco a blank look.

“What’s a car?”

~~

Grace was impressed with the shops that they visited. These were high-dollar-er…high-galleon boutiques. These were the kinds of places that Neil took her mother to while she just watched from the sidelines. When Neil came into the picture she’d been demoted to bargain shopping. But that was all right with her. Neil had thought that by cutting her clothing money he’d put her in potato sacks, but he was mistaken. He had no idea she had a knack for finding the diamonds hidden in the coal.

And so this trip was a new adventure for her, though she looked forward to it.

Well, she didn’t look forward to all of the clothing boutique managers falling all over themselves to get her measurements so they could keep them on hand. One man, though she was pretty sure he was gay so that was fine, got a little too close for comfort to her posterior when he was measuring the length of her legs.

Draco kept flirting with all of the women, and her father just stood like a regal lump. Though she had to admit that he was a lump with manners, because he always helped his daughter down from the measuring stools and held doors for her. But he did just glare emotionlessly at her when she asked him if he wanted to help her pick out her underwear, too.

The day was fun. She got a new wardrobe full of clothes, and her father got to parade her around like a show poodle. Everyone wins, right? Well, the day would have been perfect had she not been called into her father’s study later that evening only to be met with the sight of several people lined up down the hall. She eyed them curiously and entered the room to see her father making notes with a quill.

“Damn…you guys still write with feathers? Geez, it seems like only yesterday those bastards came up with the wheel…” she grumbled.

“Feathers? Merlin, we have our work cut out for us, don’t we?” he mumbled to himself.

“If by ‘we’ you mean you and your invisible friend Mr. Higglesworth then sure, let’s go with that.” Grace replied without missing a beat. She saw her father’s eyebrow twitch.

“My patience: you’re testing it. I don’t have time for your crap tonight. I’m interviewing tutors for you and I just wanted to know if you had a preference of male tutor or female tutor.” He said. Grace’s face blanked for a few moments.

“Geez…I don’t know. Surprise me.” She finally answered.

“Fine. You can go.” He dismissed her. She eyed the line of people again on her way out, and received a few cold glares in return.

“Oh this is going to be as much fun as the lamp chord incident.”

~~

The next day she was introduced to Ian McCrery.   He had short, neatly combed red hair, cool green eyes and a neat goatee. He was muscular and seemed more athletic than academic and Grace wondered why he would even be tutoring, at least until she saw him walk. He walked with a rather heavy limp, and that answered Grace’s question about his choice of professions. He also had a pronounced Scottish accent.

“Ian, this is my daughter, Grace.” Lucius said when he introduced them. Grace held out her hand for him to shake it, and he actually recoiled a bit.

“Great scot…women don’t shake hands, girl.   When being introduced to a man you present your hand knuckles up.” He said. Grace let her hand flop back down to her side.

“Well….this is just going to be fucking great, isn’t it?” Grace said.

“Grace!” Lucius snapped.

“Such a filthy mouth, Lucius.” Ian commented.

“I trust you can keep her in hand?” Lucius asked. Ian gave a sharp nod, and then turned to Grace.

“Welcome to your first day.”

~~

Draco was the only one to notice it. He had moved back to France now, but he came over for a few hours almost every day. And he saw it when he came. Over the next few weeks Grace was gradually becoming quieter and more withdrawn. Her bubbly personality seemed to be dissipating slowly but surely, and Draco was fairly positive that the new Scotsman had something to do with it. Something about the man just seemed…off. He didn’t seem like a secret dangerous killer or anything, but he just seemed odd.

Draco tried to talk to Grace about her behavior, but she would just smile and shrug him off. She wouldn’t talk about the tutor, and every time Draco asked she just talked about things she’d learned instead. So Draco decided to take it straight to Lucius.

“I think something’s wrong.” Draco said. Lucius removed his reading glasses, and sighed at his son.

“Draco, you’re just being overprotective, for whatever ungodly reason. She’s fine. I’m glad she’s finally growing up and becoming more lady-like.” Lucius replied. Draco glared at him hotly.

“If I find out that he’s doing something to her, I will not forgive you.” Draco hissed. Lucius merely ignored him. Draco turned and stomped from the room, meeting Grace at the office door.

“Hey, dad. Ian went home a little early today so I was wondering if I could go outside and sit a while.” She said blandly. Lucius looked up from his paper.

“Of course, Grace. Thank you for asking. I’m very proud of the progress you’re making.” He told her earnestly. Draco watched as Grace’s eyes widened, and then she forced a smile on her face that went nowhere near her misting gray eyes.

“Thanks, dad.” She said, and turned away. Draco looked back once more at his father, and then left.

It wouldn’t be for another week until he could finally get a clue as to what was bothering her. He had come over in time for dinner and Grace was the last one down. She walked to her seat and sat down, but not before Draco caught an almost imperceptible wince. His grip tightened on his fork but he was silent. When he asked her about it afterwards, she just gave him an empty smile and told him she’d been trying to walk in some heels and had fallen and bruised her butt a little.

Draco wrote that off as bullshit the moment it left her mouth.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s happening?” he asked softly. She shook her head.

“There’s nothing going on, brother. I’m tired and I have a lot of work to do. That’s why I’ve been quiet. Ian gives a lot of homework.” She replied.

“I care about you greatly, sis, and I don’t want to see you hurt. Please…please if anything happens I want you to tell me.” He begged.

“Okay, brother. You’ll be the first to know.”

~~

“I’m sorry, Ian. I didn’t get a chance to do the work on Herbology. It was raining yesterday and I couldn’t go outside.” She said.

“And you didn’t think to go to the library and perhaps….research instead?” he asked. Her eyes darted up, and he could almost hear her cursing herself in her head. “I’m extremely disappointed.” He said. She squirmed in her seat. “Do you know what happens when I’m disappointed?” he asked. She nodded.

“Yes, Ian.” She said stiffly.

“Come up here, then.” He said, motioning to the desk he was sitting at. With only a small whimper, she stood from her seat and walked up to the desk, and then around to where Ian was sitting. He opened one of the books she’d been studying, and pointed to a rather long paragraph. “Read.”

“A Shrivelfig is a magical plant that originated in Abyssinia. When skinned, the liquid inside the plant, which is purple in color, is used as an ingredient in the Shrinking Solution…” she began. She only stuttered over a few words when he put his hand under her skirt and rested it on her bottom. She continued reading, deliberately slow with over-exaggerated pronunciations when he drew his hand back and slapped her bottom soundly. He had a killer swing, and she knew that the first strike had left an angry red handprint that would probably bruise later. He lifted his hand and brought it down again, this time lower on her thigh.

He continued this as she read; keeping up a merciless and unyielding tempo until the top of her bottom down onto the backs of her legs were angry red, and one could make out individual finger marks. When she finally finished reading, her face was flushed with tears.

“Very good. Now go sit back down. Your father has entrusted me with your education, and I take my job very seriously. You lack organization and respect, but we are slowly putting those ideas in your head, aren’t we?” he asked.

“Yes, Ian.” She said. She gave a strangled grunt when she sat back down in her hard chair, and squirmed the rest of the time that he taught her. When their session was over she went back to the front of the room as was customary for him, and she gave him his goodbye hug. He patted her throbbing bottom gently before one hand made its way down the front of her knickers to brush gently over the soft bit of hair that was just beginning to thicken.

“Your father wants you to be a good girl, but you don’t seem to be able to cut it. I could see the shame in his eyes when he first brought you to me. And now, with a little discipline, you are making him a very proud father. He enjoys speaking about you now. And why is that?” he asked, running his finger along the seam of her pussy.

“Because I’m b-being good?” she asked. He gave a fond smile and rested his entire hand over her crotch.

“Yes. And you behave when you’re punished. Because you know, deep down, that you deserve it.” He said.

“Yes, Ian.” She said, ignoring the tears that dripped from her chin. She knew it was wrong what he was doing. She wanted to tell Draco so badly….but her dad had been so happy. And it wasn’t painful, just awkward. It made her feel dirty.

But her dad had said he was proud.

The door suddenly opened, and Lucius stood at the threshold.

“Ian, when you’re done with- what the fucking hell?!”

Ian’s hand was withdrawn immediately, and he shoved Grace as hard as he could. Grace wasn’t expecting that, and nearly went face first into her desk.

“It isn’t what it looks like, Lucius.” Ian started quickly, immediately looking for the best escape route. Unfortunately, it was right through Lucius, as this room had no windows or other doors.

“Well I’m so happy, because it looked like you had your hand jammed down my daughter’s knickers.” Lucius seethed, his wand in his hand immediately.

“Come now, Lucius…it was the only way she’d respond. Some girls need to be taught submission, and she was doing well.” Ian argued. Lucius saw red, and started casting before Ian could say anything else. Ian was able to dodge the first couple of spells, but the next few knocked him off of his feet and cut a large gash across his chest. Lucius advanced into the room, casting spells one after another until Ian was a barely recognizable mess.

Lucius stood over the gurgling pervert, his chest heaving from the effort.

“Pepper!” he snapped, and the small pop of a house-elf sounded.

“Master called Pepper?”

“Keep this fucking depraved bastard subdued while I deal with Grace. I’ll call the Aurors when I think she’ll be okay.” He said, turning back to where Grace had landed. She’d crawled up under her desk and was shaking with silent sobs. Her entire body shook as if she were freezing, and her face was stained with tears. He knelt down by the desk.

“Grace…” he started. This was not how he’d envisioned anything going at all. Draco had been right. Ian was groping his daughter and he had done nothing about it. “How long has this been going on?” he asked.

She refused to meet his gaze, but allowed him to gently pull her out from under the desk and into his arms.

“’Bout two weeks now.” She answered. Lucius felt like cursing again. Damn it! Everything he tried to do for his children seemed to do nothing but turn to shit! He’d never meant for this to happen. He wanted a good education for Grace, and so he’d hired the best there was.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice soft so as not to frighten her. He’d done his best to be patient with her. He hadn’t taken her out to the garden. He’d only given her a small crack against the bottom with his hand when she’d called him a fucknut, but that had been a few weeks ago.

“He kept saying you were ashamed of the way I was, and I believed it. Why else would you hire a tutor to change me? And then…and then you s-said you were proud of me…” and she began to sob in earnest, burying her face in his chest. “I seem to attract pain.” She sobbed into his robes.

Draco appeared at the door, a worried look on his face.

“Dad, the elves are in a fury over someone hurting ‘Miss Grace.’ What’s-…what happened here?” he asked. Lucius managed to stand, pulling Grace to her feet.

“Take Grace to her room. I’ll be there momentarily.” He said. Draco asked no questions, and Grace allowed herself to be transferred into her brother’s arms. Draco got a look at Ian’s bleeding form, and his face twisted angrily.

“I said something was wrong with that bastard. What did he do? How did he hurt you, Gracie?” he asked. But she just shook her head and wouldn’t look at her brother. “It’s all right, Gracie. Father won’t be choosing any more of your tutors. If he insists you have one, I’ll choose them.” He said, before starting towards the door with her. He paused.

“Father.”

Lucius turned his attention momentarily back to his son. Draco looked angry and frustrated.

“We’ll be talking after I take her to her room.”

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Poor Grace. She does seem to be attracting people who want to hurt her. She's got low self esteem and is easily manipulated emotionally. Still hiding behind her masks, and she doesn't seem close to breaking her shell. In fact, I'd say this little incident probably put her back a bit.

Well, Draco is a protective brother, Lucius still seems clueless about his kids, and there will be some major emotional development in the next chapter. This one was mainly filler. Plot-like....filler. So review, my dearies.

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