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The Conflict of Hermione Granger	By : TheLadyRed Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

The Aftermath

Hermione opened her eyes, waking from a light sleep on an unfamiliar piece of furniture.

Bolting up, feeling panicked, her eyes lit on Lucius, redressed as a titan of industry, with the trademark Malfoy smirk on his face. "Sleep well, little lion?" he teased.

"Lucius, how could you let me sleep? I have to get dressed and go! I can't be here! We can't have done this!" she exclaimed, looking at the desk, grabbing her things to begin hurriedly redressing.

Lucius leaned back with his hands behind his heads and responded lightly, "Oh, you've been asleep all of twenty minutes, and what's done is done, Hermione, no sense in getting all upset now."

Shaking her head, Hermione shoved her feet into her heels and headed for the door, wordless for once in her life. As her hand touched the doorknob, she felt Lucius' strong hand on her shoulder, and she turned to face him.

Silently, he pulled her into him, pressing her body to his, lowering his lips to kiss her. Hermione felt herself melting as Lucius languorously devoured her mouth. Their earlier kisses had been fiery hot, but this kiss was slow, sensual, extremely passionate, and it felt as if it had all the potential to combust her from the inside out.

Slowly pulling back, Lucius nipped at her bottom lip and then turned his dangerous gray orbs onto Hermione, taking in with amusement her hooded eyes and obvious desire for him.

"You should always be kissed like that, my dear. This was - incredible. You are without comparison. I can't remember a better afternoon spent in the company of another," he punctuated this with quick kiss, "please tell me this won't be the last time?" he asked, Hermione feeling his request with a commanding pull of her own desire in the pit of her stomach.

Her head swimming, eyes closed, Hermione felt herself nod slowly, hand still on the doorknob.

"Open your eyes." Lucius demanded.

Hermione complied, and Lucius kissed her swiftly again. "Thank you, little Gryffindor. You can't imagine how happy I am you agreed."

Hermione turned and headed for the apparition point, her mind in a daze. What had just happened? Had she acquiesced to it happening again? What kind of person was she?

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Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed in her comfiest old sweats, mindlessly tugging a brush through her hair when she heard a soft knock at her door.

"Darling? Can I come in?" Mrs. Granger's soft voice came through the opening.

"Come in, Mum," Hermione answered, looking up at her mother as she settled next to her.

"Is everything all right, baby?" she crooned, looking worriedly at her only daughter, "You showered the second you got home, ate almost no dinner, and you seem quiet and very distracted. Is it work? Is it Ron? You can tell me, darling, whatever it is," she finished, wrapping one arm around Hermione.

At the mention of Ron, Hermione felt tears rise to her eyes, and she answered raggedly, "I'm not sure what to do Mum. I think I've made a huge mistake," she faltered, unable to continue.

"Now, Hermione, listen to me." her mum commanded, gently grabbing her chin to face her. "You owe him nothing. You are still young, and you've given so much of your life already in service and sacrifice to others. You haven't gone so far down this road that you can’t return, but at some point soon you will. You have so many years left, and you are too smart to settle for anything less than the best. These years are your years to be selfish, to make mistakes, and to find yourself. Make up your mind about what you want, and go for it. Nothing will make us happier than knowing you are happy." her eyes grew soft as she gazed at her daughter, her love for her offspring glaringly apparent.

Before Hermione could reply, Mrs. Granger looked out the window and then rose, "I see an owl coming, and so I'll leave and let you have your correspondence in private."

Stunned, Hermione finally found her voice as her mum reached the door, and said, "Mum, I wasn't talking about Ron,"

"Maybe not, but you needed to hear that anyway, didn't you?" she answered, looking knowingly at Hermione. "You might want to open that window," she ended, quietly closing the door as she left the room.

Hermione was baffled by her mother's comments. Was she right? Didn't she owe Ron something? They were in love, weren't they?

While she considered this new train of thought, she got up, opened the window and took the note from the unfamiliar owl, expecting it to be a check-in note from Ron, who was still away on Auror business, and was stunned to see the masculine script of Lucius as she read:

Hermione,

I meant it when I said you were without equal. I would count any moment spent in your company as lucky.

If you are so inclined, you'll find that the wards on the Manor have been altered to accept you at any time - including through the Floo Network.

This afternoon was nothing short of magical and I sincerely hope to see you again - soon.

I am,

Yours,

Lucius

Hermione felt heat rising in the pit of her belly and she got up, pushed her hair behind her ears, checked her appearance in the mirror, and left her room.

"Mum, I'm heading out for a bit," Hermione called as she hurried down the stairs, one destination in mind: Wiltshire.

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Hermione had never been so nervous to be at Malfoy Manor, not even her first time there as Draco's guest, when she struggled to forget how she got the scar on her arm. She tapped her foot nervously, lifting her hand to ring, then putting it down. Back and forth, she played this game with herself. I must be mental to be back here! she thought, what the hell is wrong with me?

With no warning, the door swung open and a smug blonde wizard smirked at her. "Are you going to come in or should I entertain you out here?"

"I don't know what I'm doing here. I should go."

"You're here because you want to be. Stop acting like how you think you should, and act how you want," he finished, quirking one eyebrow as he challenged her.

Hermione strode towards him, tucked her hands into his waistcoat, looked into his eyes and said sweetly, "This is only going to work if you don't talk."

Lucius smiled in response, grabbed her tightly and suddenly apparated her into his bedchamber.

Hermione blinked twice and looked around. The room – no, make that rooms - were massive, and the commanding four poster bed sat in the center of the room.

She looked at Lucius nervously, not sure what to do, when he began a lithe stroll towards her. Pulling her in for a searing kiss, Hermione lost her head and then realized she was flat on her back in the bed, and began to ask, “Wh – “ when Lucius held a finger up to her lips, effectively silencing her and moved his mouth to her throat.

As Hermione threw her head back, enjoying his ministrations, she heard him murmur against the delicate skin, "You'll find I need no words in here."

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A/N: Just a short chapter - what has our girl Hermione gotten herself into? ;)

Next up, the Ministry of Magic's Christmas Gala - fireworks are sure to happen! I'll see you back here on Saturday
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