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At First Glance	By : mysticxox Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18591 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Plenty of lemons in this one...you have been warned =)

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Hermione felt herself being pulled closer to Lucius by his muscular arms as she prepared to rise out of bed. "Lucius!" she laughed despite her attempt to sound annoyed as he nuzzled her neck and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Where are you going?" he whispered to her, his voice husky with desire as his hand moved towards her exposed breast. Hermione shook her head and tried to turn away from him, "I'm going to have a shower. I have to figure out how to tell Rose and Hugo about…this".

She found herself being forcefully turned towards Lucius as his hands held her possessively. "You don't think Weasley would have told them already?"he asked quietly, pressing his lips to her head in an attempt to smooth away her lines of worry.

"No…Ron's never good at anything remotely emotional. He probably came up with some excuse for Hugo and I don't think he would have told Rose anything since she's at school". Hermione stopped her worrying thoughts as she felt Lucius' body tense in response. This was something they were both just beginning to discover about the bond.

Their bodies seemed to respond to each other's emotions as well as their own. "Don't worry", she murmured to him now, trying to calm them both down, "I'm sure I can get a special visit permit to see Rose and I can go and see Hugo when his school is over today. That way I won't have to face Ron again".

She felt that sense of freedom envelop her as once again, she remembered that she wouldn't have to hide her relationship with Lucius anymore.

"And Potter?" Lucius asked her quietly, skimming his hands down her sides as she rolled to face him completely. "I guess…he probably already knows. I should…do something…tell him…"she trailed off, trying to think of a plan that wouldn't make things worse.

Lucius' quiet chuckle brought her back to the moment as he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Do you ever shut your brain off?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in amusement as she attempted to push him away and get out of bed again.

"I have a shower to take", she stated, managing to unravel herself from his enclosing arms, before skirting off the side of the bed.

"You do indeed", Lucius commented as she ran towards the bathroom, his eyes filled with desire at the sight of her naked body.

Without another word, he softly got out of bed and trailed after her, catching her am before she could slam the bathroom door in his face. "I know you won't object to me joining you", he murmured as he pulled her towards him and closed the door behind them, leaning against it to prevent her from leaving.

"Actually I…" Hermione began, her voice filled with sarcasm but she was cut off by Lucius pressing a hard kiss to her lips. She kissed him back instinctively, allowing herself to melt into him as he deepened the kiss.

A part of her rational mind told her this was exactly what he wanted and that she should be resisting him in order to get her point through but the sensations that took over her body as Lucius circled his arm around her waist and moved the other to brush his thumb over the hard peak of her breast, had her arching into him with a moan, desperate for more contact.

He pulled back from the kiss for a moment to smirk at her as she groaned in frustration. "How about that shower now?" She looked at him, incredulous.

"You…you want to have a shower? Right now?" she asked, her core throbbing with the need for release. He just gave her a smirk before pushing past her to the shower and manually adjusting it to the right temperature. "Ladies first", he stated once he was done, turning around to look at her.

She crossed her arms over her exposed chest and planted her feet on the floor. "I am NOT getting in there!" she exclaimed, trying hard not to throw a tantrum, "You're just going to leave me here? After you forced yourself into the bathroom with me?"

She waited for his explanation but he just chuckled and beckoned her forward with a hand. She ignored him and turned back to the closed door, intending to leave. She only managed to put her hand on the door knob before she felt him behind her, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist as he pulled her against his hard, comforting body. "You know I'll give you what you want", he whispered against her ear, his warm breath tantalising.

"I am not prepared to wait until you do", she gasped back as his hand began kneading her breast again. "I am not your toy Lucius!" she tried to pull away but he held her firm against him.

"Of course you are", he murmured back, removing his hand from her breast to place it at the parting of her legs, allowing it to rest lightly against her swollen clit as his warmth seeped into her, causing her to tremble in his arms.

"You are a deeply cherished", he continued as his hand began to slowly stroke across her clit, causing her to shudder as waves of desire racked across her body, "deeply prized", his voice remained soft as he started pumping two fingers into her hot, wet opening. "Highly valued toy", his removed his fingers, chuckling softly at her protesting gasp, and started to brush his thumb firmly against her clit, as she buckled against him, straining in his hold to try and get the release her body required.

"Lucius", she moaned out just as he pressed the heel of his hand against her sensitive bud and she came violently, her body shuddering in his arms before going limp.

"I love my toys", he whispered in her ear as she recovered, turning her around in his arms to give her a slow, deep kiss.

"I better be the only toy you have then", she muttered back, still dazed and she heard him chuckle against her neck.

"Of course my lady. No one else would even come close", he responded, moving his mouth back to hers as he gave her another passionate kiss, craving the taste of her.

"Mmm", Hermione pulled away from the kiss reluctantly as Lucius groaned at the loss, trying to pull her back to him.

"The shower?" she teased as she slipped away from his grasp and made her way towards the jet of warm water.

"Hermione", Lucius whined, and she saw him pouting over her shoulder. "You're adorable when you pout", she murmured to him as she entered the shower.

"How adorable?" he asked, trying to find a way to use this to his advantage as Hermione laughed. She poked her head out of the shower door for a second, her damp hair clinging to her as she gave a pointed stare at his tool. "If you don't get in here", she said, her voice thick with desire, "that little problem won't be taken care of". Her face disappeared behind the shower door again as Lucius made his way towards her, smirking. His erect member throbbed in expectation.

Almost as soon as he got to the shower, her arms went around his neck, pulling him into the warm jet of water. He felt her tuck the strands of wet hair that covered his face, behind his ears before pulling him down for a deep kiss. He was aroused to the point of pain when she moved backwards and rested her back against one of the shower walls, leading him with her. One of her hands moved to grasp his engorged tool and he hissed at the sensation of warmth her hand gave off as she began to gently squeeze his length.

"Hermione", he groaned as she got down to her knees, the erotic picture of her naked and wet before him, about to give him a blow job, getting him even more aroused. Her warm, wet mouth began to lick and suck the tip, his hips pumping up in response, almost gagging her.

She moaned as she felt Lucius thread his hands through her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp with more pressure as the intensity of his pleasure grew. "NO", he gasped out as she felt him reaching his climax. She found herself dragged to her feet and pinned against the cold wall as his lips crashed onto hers.

Hermione felt herself getting wet again as Lucius' hands squeezed and caressed her bottom roughly, the ferocity of his kiss never diminishing. She moaned as he slipped a finger into her dripping core, pumping it in and out, making her even wetter. "Consider this payback for not letting me finish my job yesterday", Lucius responded, his voice husky with desire as she writhed against him, fighting a losing battle.

He was working off his grudge now? Just because she hadn't let him tie her to the bed yesterday?

Merlin, she loved this man!

"Lucius!" she panted as he released her mouth to trail kisses down her neck and collarbone, stopping to suckle one of the hard peaks of her breast as she dug her nails into his back. He was no more aware of the damage than she was, both lost to the intensity of the sensations they evoked in each other. "Please", she moaned as he released her breast and placed an arm around her waist, parting her thighs with a knee and placing his throbbing member at her opening.

He was long due for his release and he knew this would not last long but Hermione was close to the edge already. "It might hurt", he rasped in her ear, the desire making his voice rough. She nodded and pulled him down for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist and giving him a better angle. She could feel his darkness enveloping her and she knew this would be rough and possibly painful later on but right now, she gave herself up to his dark possession. This wasn't the first time she had experienced it, after all.

Lucius kissed her deeply, absorbing her cries of both pain and pleasure as he began to give her hard thrusts, his member feeling like hot, hard metal to her. She still arched into him as he started to thrust faster and deeper, hitting her sweet spot each time and making her tremble as she reached her peak. She could feel him deep inside her and her body still craved for more. Her hands fisted in his hair as she finally let go, her juices flowing over him as he continued to thrust through her orgasm, her wet walls squeezing him until he had to surrender and shoot his seed into her.

Lucius shuddered as his release raked through him, burying his face into Hermione's neck as she gently stroked his hair, recovering from her own journey to bliss. "Merlin, Lucius", she murmured to him, her husky voice causing him to press closer to her.

She unwrapped her legs from around him, feeling his now limp member slip out of her and chuckled as Lucius groaned at the loss. "Will you ever be satisfied?" she scolded him, playfully as he wrapped his arms around her and let the jet of water fall over them.

"Mmm…no. Come to think of it, we should both quit our jobs and stay home every day. Then perhaps, in another two decades or so, I might be able to control my desire around you", Lucius answered with a smirk as Hermione gave him a week slap on the shoulder.

"I'm going to actually have a shower now", she said, grabbing the bar of vanilla soap she loved. She didn't stop to wonder how this bar of soap came to be in his summer house.

"Let me", he interjected as she took her sponge and soaped it, removing the item from her hands. He began to gently scrub her shoulders before passing the sponge over her arms, breast and abdomen while she held onto his shoulders. He got down on his knees to wash her long legs before asking her to turn around and working his way back up her body.

When he had rinsed off the soap, he handed the sponge to her so she could wash her private areas, a task he didn't trust himself to handle. Her eyes twinkled with laughter as he gruffly explained, "I'm guessing you don't want a repeat performance this soon". Once she was done, he grabbed the bottle of shampoo and stood behind her, threading it through her hair and lathering it, carefully undoing any tangles he came across.

Hermione relaxed into him as he washed her hair and conditioned it, managing the task in a much more graceful fashion than she ever could. When he was done, she offered to reciprocate but Lucius stopped her with a firm kiss. "I won't be able to control myself Hermione", he said and she noticed his member was erect again, "You need time to recover from the last one".

Although she shook her head and pulled him down for another kiss, he gently pried her away and got her wrapped in a towel and out of the shower. "I know you must be sore", he said, chuckling and giving her a quick kiss as she pouted, "I most certainly was not gentle before. We'll go out for breakfast as soon as I take care of this". He waved his hand in the general direction of his lower body and disappeared behind the shower door.

Hermione smiled as she turned away, heading towards their room. She still wanted him and she wasn't sure if this furious desire of theirs would ever abate but she could admit, in the privacy of her own mind, that she did feel the ache left by Lucius' earlier possession.

She attempted to walk normally, knowing that he would refuse to touch her for the next few days if he thought he had hurt her more than normal and she most certainly didn't want that. She loved his darker, rougher nature just as much as his smooth and gentle one and she refused to be denied either one. "Hermione?" Lucius' voice floated out above the water's as she reached the bathroom door.

"What?" she asked, quickly checking over her shoulders to make sure he wasn't watching as she took the next tentative step, trying not to wince from the pain this caused. She knew it would take a few days for this kind of pain from his possession to fade but, until now, she had been able to wait out the next few days by herself, without having to think up a way to disguise it from him. Ron had never paid enough attention to her to even suspect so that hadn't been a problem either.

Now, with Lucius living with her, she had no idea how to pull it off. "There's pain potion on the bedroom table. Take two small bottles of it", Lucius' voice stopped her thoughts in their tracks.

Was it just her imagination or did he actually sound smug that his lovemaking had resulted in her needing two bottles of pain potion?

Well, we'll see about that! Hermione thought to herself as she stalked away, albeit gingerly (it would never do for him to hear her wince in pain), throwing a glare over her shoulder at the shower door. She heard him chuckle as she left, making her even more adamant to not take a single drop of the potion. She would never give him the satisfaction!

However, she had a slight change of mind when she finished getting through the ordeal of getting herself dressed and ready for the day, the ache between her legs constantly claiming her attention. "Maybe a few sips", she grumbled to herself, as she located the green vials that were labelled pain potion and broke the seal of one with her wand. She drank the vial and felt an almost immediate decrease in pain. She still felt tender and sore but the ache had dulled and she knew it was more bearable now.

The rational part of her mind reminded her that one more vial, like Lucius had suggested, would almost completely take care of the pain but she ignored it. It's not like she had been listening to her rational side in recent years!

She made her way to the front lounge and noticed there was already a warm fire in the fireplace. She, once again, didn't question it, her mind elsewhere as her eyes wandered the room. When she had first seen this room, at the age of 19, she had been amazed at Lucius apology for not being able to take her into a "bigger and more fitting room". She had replied, "You're joking, right?" her eyes wide as she took in the large, plush sofas with matching cushions, the soft, finely-detailed carpet and the large French doors that opened out onto a stone balcony that overlooked the sea and was bigger than her dormitory at Hogwarts.

Lucius' summer house had been built on the top of a large cliff, isolated and far away from the city. Seven out of the eight bedrooms (a 'small' number in Lucius' opinion) faced outwards to some part of the sea. She had loved this room on first sight, even though on stormy days (which was the majority of the year in this part of the country) the large waves and choppy waters hitting the cliff below caused her to shiver and be thankful for the warmth of the house. Lucius had chuckled at her obvious admiration, claiming that, "If I had known the easiest way to get you to stop talking was show you around this place, I would have done it much sooner".

He had then gone on to explain that Malfoy Manor was at least four times bigger than this place. "Draco and Narcissa can't even stand to come here. Not enough space for them but I always enjoyed the quiet that came with the place. I can always get lost in my own thoughts here…it's like a world of my own. A world of our own", he had finished in a whisper as Hermione went over and gave him a deep kiss.

Now, looking around this same room with their love bond secured, she could feel his magic surrounding the place. It was one of the things she had noticed once their bond had been strengthened. She had a heightened sense of Lucius-everything from his smell to the subtle traces left by his magic, which always contained a small amount of darkness and danger that she found herself attracted to.

She had a feeling that if she were left alone in an unknown place without any idea where Lucius was, she could probably find her way back to him. If she tried hard enough, she could even hear him from the other side of the house. She had read a few years ago, as part of her ongoing research into the bond she and Lucius shared, that over time, even their magic would blend together as one, making each of them stronger as their partners magic joined with their own. She also knew that this was one of the aspects of their bond that worried Lucius, who seemed to think that the darker parts of his magic might pose a threat to her safety when the time came.

Hermione always tried to alleviate his fears whenever the topic came up. She knew, or some part of her knew for unknown reasons, that his magic could never hurt her. It might have the capability to tempt her into actively pursuing the Dark Arts (she had always been curious about it and it was only her rational side that stopped her from experimenting with it during her schooldays) but she always pushed that thought to a deep, dark corner of her mind, hoping she would never have to find out.

She shook her mind clear of these thoughts as she heard Lucius enter the room, identifying it was him by the feeling of protection that covered her in his presence rather than his footsteps, which were still stealthy and hard to distinguish.

She felt him stand behind her and she leaned back slightly, allowing him to place his hands on either side of her neck and slowly massage her tense muscles. "Mmm how was your shower?" she asked him dreamily as his hands worked their magic on her, making her melt into his touch.

"Good…very good. And how are you doing?" he asked, placing a kiss to the side of her neck as he finished his massage.

"Fine", she replied, trying to stop herself from blushing at the lie. She was still sore but there was no way she would tell him that. She closed her eyes and lay her head back as he moved to sit beside her, praying he wouldn't ask her about the potion.

Thankfully he didn't and instead, took her right hand in his, interlocking their fingers together. He absently stroked his thumb across the top of her hand and she stayed quiet, knowing he would tell her his thoughts when he was ready. She leaned her head against his shoulder and waited for him to speak.

"We should go to the Manor today", he finally said, his eyes shifting from the fire to hers. "I could go alone if you prefer…I'm not sure of the element of danger with Narcissa".

Hermione cut him off before he could panic over her safety and said, "I'm coming with you. There's no way I'm letting you go alone. What if she seduces you?" Her heart felt a little lighter as she heard his answering laugh. She couldn't bear to see him sad or worried. Another aspect of their bond.

"That's not possible", he replied,brushing a strand of hair off her face as she looked up at him. "My heart belongs to you. We were always meant to be together. She doesn't stand a chance!"

Hermione smiled back. She had no idea why she and Lucius had this bond but she wasn't going to question it. In her mind, without the bond she would have stood no chance against a witch like Narcissa Malfoy. She doubted Lucius would have even given her a second glance.

She brought herself back to reality as she felt Lucius trail kisses along the side of her neck, having shifted himself to be closer to her. "Lucius!" she chided with a small laugh, pushing him away while trying to avoid his penetrating gaze.

"Then stop thinking", he murmured softly, smoothing his palm over her worry-creased forehead. Hermione nodded in response. They both knew she would never be able to make herself not think-it was a part of who she was but Lucius was right. Worrying about how she compared against his ex-wife would not help her today. She needed to stay calm.

"Should we go out for breakfast?" Lucius asked Hermione, pulling her thoughts back to the present. Hermione had been trying to think of all the possible scenarios they would face when the arrived at Malfoy Manor. She knew for a fact, that Narcissa would not be welcoming them with open arms.

"Ahh…yes. That would be great", Hermione pushed her morbid thoughts aside and tried to put on a smile for Lucius' benefit. Unfortunately, his heightened awareness of her moods which came with their strengthened love bond, caused him to see right through her facade.

"Are you going to keep thinking about this all morning?" he asked her, cupping her face with one hand.

"I have no idea what you're talking about", Hermione responded quickly, even as she felt her face heat up from the lie.

"Very believable", Lucius' sarcastic remark prompted a small laugh in her and he smiled, as he felt her relax slightly. He noted her attire for the day; an ocean-blue dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The simple neckline of the dress accentuated the necklace she wore and drew attention to her graceful neck.

Lucius frowned as he realised she would draw the attention of most wizards when they went out in public and he was hard pressed to stop the surge of possession and jealousy that welled up in him at the thought of another man looking at her the way he did.

Hermione was staring into the flames in the fireplace, oblivious to his thoughts so she was taken by surprise when he grabbed her arm and pulled her up to settle on his lap.

She let out a small wince as she felt the dull ache between her legs increase slightly at the sudden movement but quickly leaned in to kiss Lucius when she saw him look at her in concern.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet her in an attempt to distract him from her earlier reaction. As soon as she pulled back for air however, Lucius raised his eyebrows in suspicion and asked, "Did you take the pain potion?" She nodded, averting her eyes slightly at the half-lie. "Hermione?" Lucius low growl forced her to look up at him with a sheepish smile.

"Well…I did…one bottle anyway. It's much better now", she had barely finished her sentence when Lucius stood up, lifting her with him and carrying her into the bedroom, despite her protests.

He grabbed one of the bottles of pain potion and broke the seal, putting her down on the side of the bed before handing it to her. "Drink", he commanded, his piercing eyes never leaving hers as she reluctantly drank the vial.

"Do you know how disgusting that tastes?" she asked him once she was done, pouting slightly. Lucius chuckled softly before leaning down to give her a quick peck.

"But do you feel better now?" he asked, laying his palm across her cheek as she lifted her eyes to meet his. She nodded and pulled him down next to her, leaning her head on his broad shoulder. "I love you", she said softly and he knew he would never get tired of hearing it. Lucius wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head.

He was tempted to apologise for causing her so much pain but he knew she had enjoyed the act as much as him and would probably curse him for having any regrets or guilt. She was a skilled witch after all and he most definitely did not want to find himself at the other end of his weapon. He contented himself with pressing her body close to him as he stroked her hair, smiling at the direction his life had now taken. "Breakfast?" he broke the peaceful silence that had settled around them with the question.

Hermione nodded and got up, grabbing his hand in the process. From the possessive grip she had on him, Lucius deducted she must have been thinking about Narcissa again. He couldn't imagine why she felt threatened by her in anyway when Hermione was obviously the only one he wanted to be with. Instead of questioning her, however, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side as she apparated them to a small muggle cafe, near Hugo's school.

"No one will recognize us here", she explained as they walked into the warm cafe, the smell of freshly-brewed coffee enveloping their senses.

"I hardly care if people see us together anymore", Lucius murmured back to her as they took a seat near the window, keeping an eye on the school gates opposite for Hugo. Hermione wanted to tell him about her and Ron's divorce this morning and she had claimed this was the best time since he always got to school early and they would have plenty of time to talk.

"I know", Hermione's voice cut across Lucius' thoughts as she responded to his earlier comment. "I just want things to be sorted out between you and your…ex-wife before we make this completely public", she continued. Lucius leaned over and took her hand, giving it a small squeeze for reassurance, just as the waitress came over to take their orders. They both ordered some coffee but Hermione was too nervous about the day to eat, despite Lucius' insistence. They both looked out as the sky began to drizzle and saw the choreographed opening of umbrellas as the rain started to pour down.

A typical day, Hugo thought to himself as he adjusted the hood of his raincoat. Most mornings he would still be wet by the time he got to school. Sometimes his mum would drive him there (in his opinion she was the better driver and his dad was the better flier!) but she had stayed at Uncle Harry's house the night before. At least, that's what his dad had said.

She sometimes stayed over there to help Aunt Ginny before a big party but Hugo couldn't recollect any memory of a party being held soon. He shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way, watching his boots slosh through the puddles that were quickly forming on the pavement.

He glanced over at the small cafe across the road as he approached the school gates, internally debating on whether to spend some of his lunch money on a cup of hot chocolate. He could use the warmth right now. He had just made up his mind to cross the road when he caught sight of two figures in the cafe window.

The man was wearing a long black cloak that reminded him of his dad's auror uniform and was holding the woman's hand as she laughed at something he said. They seemed completely at ease with each other, as if they had been together for years and the only reason Hugo doubted his first impression of the couple (for that was obviously what they were) was because he had glanced at the woman's face and seen the warm brown eyes and curly hair that undoubtedly belonged to his mother.

Hugo stood on the pavement for a few minutes as the rain fell and people bustled around him in the morning rush, just watching the two people interact, almost like watching something on television. They didn't seem to notice the chatter of others in the cafe, or the curious looks that were directed at them, probably due to the man's attire. They were in a world of their own.

It reminded him of how Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny sometimes were around each other, when they thought the children weren't watching. It was something he had never seen between his parents in their interactions. Hugo was incredibly perceptive for his age, a trait that Rose, who resembled Hermione as much as Hugo resembled Ron, had never quite acquired. He turned away, heading for the school gates when he heard his mum shout his name.

He paused, then slowly turned around. Although he had already guessed that she hadn't spend the night with Uncle Harry, he wasn't sure if he wanted the reality explained to him. As he watched Hermione and then Lucius cross the road, her wearing a painfully bright smile and him trying to keep an umbrella open against the wind, Hugo also realised that he may not have a choice.

"Mum?" Hugo both acknowledged her presence and demanded an explanation with the solitary question.

"Hi honey", she bend down to give him a hug, the water-repelling charm she had cast on herself, preventing her dress from getting wet as it came into contact with his raincoat. None of the muggles seemed to notice the strange phenomenon. "Do you have some time to talk?" she asked him, her smile dimming as his hesitance came to the surface.

"Um…yeah…I guess", he mumbled but didn't offer anymore.

"Ok", Hermione answered and crouched down to his level, despite the wet pavement. Even if he didn't want to hear it, she couldn't keep this from him any longer.

"Me and your dad are getting…well we're divorced", she kept eye contact with him as he gazed at her in surprise. "We were never meant for each other. I should have…we should both have realised that sooner. We're not together anymore but I love you and Rose so much and so does your dad. I just wanted you to know that", Hermione took a deep breath as she finished and she felt Lucius' hand on her shoulder, giving her support.

Hugo was quick to notice this exchange. "So…" he trailed off, glancing at Lucius. The crowd of people around them seemed to be giving them some privacy as they hurried by, or perhaps Lucius' glare had something to do with the way they averted their eyes and didn't tune into the conversation. Hermione stood back up as she saw the question in Hugo's eyes.

"This is Lucius Malfoy", she told him, taking Lucius' hand in hers as she felt him tense at Hugo's curious-filled stare. "I…that is…we…um…what I mean to say is…", she heard Lucius chuckle as she stammered her way through an explanation of how she came to be with him. Lucius tuned out half-way through the explanation, not being able to keep up with her rapid pace but Hugo followed the whole story with raptured attention.

"So", he clarified, once she was done, "You and Mr. Malfoy have a love bond…which is like a marriage bond right?"

"Stronger", Lucius put in, drawing Hugo's gaze to him.

He stared at him blankly for a second before blurting out, "My father hates your son".

Hermione's indignant gasp of, "Hugo!" was lost on him as the boy clapped his hands over his mouth and stared at Lucius, as if waiting for him to retaliate. Hermione's face had turned red and she muttered something under her breath that sounded remarkably like, "I told him never to tell the children those stories. I'm going to kill that Weasley!"

Lucius couldn't help but laugh as Hugo's gaze darted rapidly between him and Hermione. "I'm sure your father had good reason at the time…but I assure you my son's behaviour has improved since then", he responded with a small smile and chuckled when Hugo slumped in relief. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…" Lucius waved away his apology with a casual, "Not a problem".

They were all startled when they heard the school bell ring. "You don't want to be late", Hermione told him, quickly straightening his raincoat although she knew he would take it off as soon as he got into class. Hugo nodded and gave her a quick hug.

"Where are you going to stay?" he asked her before leaving. "At Malfoy Manor", Lucius answered for her, before she had a chance.

"Can I visit?" Hugo asked, his voice going quieter.

"Everyday if you want to", Hermione told him as he gave her another hug and Lucius a quick but firm handshake, his way of showing he didn't blame his mum.

Lucius wrapped his arm around Hermione as they stood under his umbrella, watching Hugo give them a wave before running through the school courtyard. "He's growing up so fast", she murmured to Lucius and he pulled her closer, resting his head on hers.

"And he'll need you more than ever", he answered quietly, addressing her unspoken fear.

"You don't mind that I told him he could visit the Manor?" she asked as they began to walk towards an alley where they could apparate from.

Lucius chuckled at her incessant worrying. "Hermione, I'm just grateful that he didn't hate me at first sight for being with you. I have nothing against your kids visiting or even living there if they want. As long as their father stays far away from you!"

Hermione laughed at the jealousy evident in his tone and pulled him down for a quick kiss. "Are we going to the Manor now?" she asked him, as they turned into an alley, his fingers interlocked in hers.

"Yes", Lucius replied, his grip tightening, "Stay close" he whispered before whisking them away, just as an ominous clap of thunder masked the noise of their apparition.

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