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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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*Angel choir* Aaaaahhhhh!!!! I've updated. Rawr! I am woman, hear me SMASH!!!!! Anyway, I got off a new chapter, so I want you guys to read it. Well, I'll leave you to it.

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She sat in a squishy chair in her room, wrapped in a soft blanket and clutching a mug of hot chocolate so hard her fingers were white. Draco sat across from her on another chair, a cup of tea his hand. So far he hadn't said anything about what happened with Ian, but Grace expected it to come any moment. The questions were always the same.

What did you do? Why did you provoke him? Can't you act like a normal child?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The questions startled her slightly, and she looked up at her brother.

"I told you I would help you. I told you to trust me, and you didn't. He hurt you. I don't know the details, but I know the fury on father's face. Whatever he did to you was bad, and you should have told me." Draco spoke softly.

"Why should I have told you? You couldn't have done anything. No one can ever do anything! It doesn't matter who i tell!" she whispered fervently.

"What do you mean?" Draco prodded.

"Do you think that I never tried to tell anyone about what Neil did to me? Sometimes I couldn't sit down at school for the pain. He didn't just spank me, he would blister my ass and I would bruise for days. I told several times. But by then my mouth had already gotten me a reputation for sass. All Niel had to do was paint himself as the loving step father trying to raise his stepdaughter even though she resents him. I was the trouble child. I was...I was a liar." And the tears started. Her breathing hitched and she bowed her head over her mug of cocoa as her shoulders started heaving.

After a few minutes, she continued shakily. "There was a teacher who believed me once. She tried to persue the claim, but the police saw the records the school kept of the times I'd already told, and of what Niel said each time. I probably didn't help my case when I called that one cop a 'donut-sucking waste of space.'" she said with a bitter laugh. "So they wrote me off. Boy...I got it good when that was over. That was when he used the switch...

I...I couldn't have taken it if you or dad didn't believe me...so I didn't say anything. It didn't...didn't hurt...it just felt...so dirty." she finished. Draco bristled.

He started to say something, and the door to Grace's room opened, and Lucius walked in.

"Draco, I need to speak with Grace alone." he said.

"No." Draco said automatically. Draco saw Lucius stiffen angrily. He hated disrespect. "You and I need to talk. Grace needs some time to herself." he said, standing from the chair across from his sister.

"Draco, I am not pleased with your attitude." Lucius growled.

"That's too damn bad, now, isn't it?" Draco snapped.

"Please don't fight 'cause of me..." Grace whimpered.

"Fight? This isn't fighting....father and I fighting now ends in me punching his face." Draco said, his eyes flashing.

"You got in a lucky hit, boy. Try it again and I'll make sure you have to collect your teeth individually." Lucius hissed back, embarrassed by that entire debacle.

"Just come on." Draco said, exasperated, and all but pushed his father through the door. Lucius snapped his arms up and brushed his son’s hands off of his person. Grace watched their tense encounter, letting out a shaky sigh when the door closed.

She’d done it again. She’d made a monumental mistake that had caused her pain and cost her some of her dignity. But every instinct in her body had been telling her not to tell. She’d not second guessed herself before and hadn’t really been given a reason to change now. Sure her brother and her father- well, her brother had been so nice to her, but people changed with the drop of a wand.

And it wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair what she’d had to endure. What had she done to deserve what had happened to her? Had she screwed over the Pope in a past life?

In a rather uncharacteristic burst of rage she flung her still-full cup of hot chocolate at her fireplace, watching in satisfaction as the porcelain mug exploded against the stone hearth, sending the steaming liquid running down the stone.

And as the door to her room was thrown back open her view of the fire was dimmed by tears. She felt strong arms wrap around her, but she wasn’t sure whose they were. All she knew is she began to cry, and she didn’t stop until she had cried herself to sleep against a broad chest.

Lucius picked her up as she started to go limp with sleep, and Draco drew back her covers. She was tucked into the soft blankets gently, and Lucius turned silently towards the door.

“You may choose her next tutor. Everything I try to do for my children seems to turn to dust in my hands. Choose well, because I want her ready to go to Hogwarts next term.” Lucius said softly, before leaving the room completely.

Draco reached out and brushed a strand of white-blonde hair out of Grace’s eyes.

“You’ll be ready, won’t you, sis? You’re tougher than you look.”

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Draco angrily balled up the application and threw it into the fireplace at the Three Broomsticks. Damn it all to hell these people were full of shit!

I enjoy teaching kids how to learn things. I’m very good at it, because I have three siblings. I helped teach all of them plenty of magic.

Who fucking cared how many siblings these bastards had. The personal experience was okay, but he needed more formal education with the personal experience. This was fast turning into a nightmare.

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A young woman sat in front of him, a dull expression on her face.

“So how did you do on your OWLs?” he asked.

“I didn’t take them.”

“You…didn’t…take them?” Draco asked.

“I was informally trained by my mother. “ she said, adding a wink for good measure.

“I need someone who was formally trained at Hogwarts and who sat the OWLs and the NEWTs. Without that your experience is useless in this instance.” Draco snipped at her. She gave an offended ‘hmph’ and then stood from the seat and flounced out of the pub. Draco watched her go, damn near ready to cry with frustration.

He let his forehead fall against the table, listening idly as the bell at the door signaled the entrance of another customer in the pub. His head raised slightly and then thudded back against the table. He repeated this several times.

“Well, well, Malfoy….trying to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours?”

He lifted his head to see the dynamic duo of Potter and Granger both smirking at him.

“Of course not. Merely trying to gauge the strength of the table using my forehead. It’s quite sturdy.” He retorted as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Harry snorted.

“And I’m the King of Denmark.”

“As you wish, your Majesty.” Draco replied easily, inclining his head to Harry. Harry actually grinned, his green eyes giving an almost Dumbledore-like twinkle.

“I think I like the new you better, Draco. Had you acted like this on the train to Hogwarts, I might have actually shaken your hand.” Harry said. Draco blinked, the memory of their first meeting on the train long forgotten.

“Well, good to know my change in lifestyle pleases you, Potter. You should try it. The perks are fantastic.” he said. Harry laughed.

“I’ll think about it.” He said.

Hermione watched the exchange a little nervously, waiting for the two to explode at each other. When it appeared that wasn’t happening, she relaxed a little.

“Come on, Harry. I wanted to show you that new Muggle restaurant they opened down town. They’ve got fantastic fish and chips.” Hermione said. Harry turned his wheelchair as Hermione turned toward the door and led the way. Draco watched them leave, only turning away to take a sip of his drink. If he could just find someone who was smart enough-

And he actually spit out his drink when it hit him. Fucking hell!

He stood up so quickly he knocked his chair over. He bolted for the door, ripping it open and looking desperately for his two old classmates. He sat Hermione’s fuzzy brown hair, and Harry’s mop of black much lower, and took off after them.

“Granger, wait! Granger!” he called. Harry and Hermione stopped walking, and turned around when Draco ran up to them.

“Granger, what are you doing now?” he asked. She blinked.

“Going to get lunch…”

“No, no! I meant what kind of job do you have now…” he clarified. She looked uncomfortable.

“Well…I’m not employed right now…” she said.

“Fantastic!” he said. She bristled angrily, and he backpeddled. “I mean…I’m sorry to hear that, but I’d like to offer you a job.” He said. She frowned. “I’ll get right to the point, here. My sister, Grace, needs a tutor to make sure she’s up to par when the next term of Hogwarts starts. She’ll have to take her OWLs independently, but she needs to be ready for her Sixth year and her NEWTs. I need someone smart who did well on both of these exams. You are perfect.” Draco said excitedly.

“I don’t know…” Hermione said.

“It would pay well.” Draco added. Hermione frowned, thinking of the possibilities.

“I think it would be good for you, Mione.” Harry offered. She looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m serious. You always liked cramming knowledge into mine and Ron’s heads, why not do it with a new generation, and even get paid for it?” Harry said, grinning.

“But what about you, Harry?” she asked. He waved that statement off.

“I’m a big boy. I know how to put the movies in the VCR.” He teased.

“I would need you several hours a day, and you would be given meals as well.” Draco continued. “Mostly evening lessons, but if you needed to reschedule a class for the morning it wouldn’t be unreasonable.”

Hermione was nibbling her lip in thought. She could still hear Harry encouraging her to do it. On one hand, it would be fun to tutor again. She’d taught all sorts of tutoring sessions back at Hogwarts, and had enjoyed them quite a lot. On the other hand, this was the Malfoy family….

“I want to meet with her first, to make sure she doesn’t have some horrible attitude. I can’t abide by attitudes.” Hermione said, specifically remembering kicking a first year boy out for excessive sass.

“She’s got spunk, but I don’t think it’s too bad.” Draco said, a bit nervously. “Do you want to go now? I can have lunch for both of you.” He said.

“What about your dad?” Harry asked reasonably.

“Oh, he’s fine with it. He gave me the leeway to pick Grace’s tutor.” At Harry’s curious look, he continued. “Yeah, seems to think I needed the responsibility or something…” he laughed nervously.

“I guess we could…” Hermione started.

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Thirty minutes later they were all sitting in the dining room at Malfoy Manor, eating fancy home-made lasagna and the best garlic toast Harry had ever eaten.

Everyone was quiet, unsure what to say to each other. Grace was sitting beside Draco, and the two were sitting across from Harry and Hermione, who were watching the dynamics between Draco and Grace closely.

“So are you going to teach me?” Grace finally asked, looking up at Hermione. Hermione swallowed her bite of toast.

“This position seems very promising.” She said, and was rewarded with a smile from Grace. The girl seemed to have an easier disposition than even her brother, and Hermione couldn’t foresee any problems.

“Well, you certainly are qualified.” Lucius attempted a compliment, but it sort of fell flat, allowing the awkward silence to return. Lucius cleared his throat, and reached into the breast pocket of his robes, withdrawing a piece of parchment. With a flick of his fingers it floated to Hermione.

“What is this?” she asked, not moving to take it.

“The parchment you weren’t able to retrieve a few weeks ago.” He said. She plucked it from the air and immediately shoved it in her pocket, eager to burn it.

“Thanks, Mr. Malfoy.” She said. She looked at Grace. “I’ll let everyone know my final decision tomorrow. I’d like to think on this for a while.” She said, standing up. Draco and Lucius stood along with her. Harry just moved his wheelchair back from the table. Grace watched as Draco escorted their guests out.

She had gotten really good vibes from Hermione. She really hoped everything worked out.

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I do too, Grace, I do too. I hope everything works out with lots and lots of SEX. Hot, nasty, SMEX!!! Well...we'll see. We'll see.....BWAHHAHHAHAHA *Cough cough*
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