Hidden Meanings

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, sorry, I only wished they did.

pinkwands: He would look hot in those colours wouldn't he... personally I prefer him er? naked! As for Severus persistence, poor bloke... never mind I'll have him.

angel: Yeah, I thought that was a romantic touch to this fic.

mary: Yeah, Severus telling Arthur that as a Slytherin he'd more likely take her for himself rather than help his friend... I thought that would be something Snape would say in these circumstances.

JW: You really don't trust Lucius in this fic do you, I hope this chapter convinces you...

Citten: I hope THIS is what you mean by GOOD STUFF!

Dee Dee: Thank you for liking this story. I hope you like this chapter too... it has one of your questions answered, but you have to plough through a bit of smut first.

BuckyKattGirl: Smuterluscious, here for you... do not be fooled by the title.

Molly Finds Out

The wedding night went without a hitch as far as Lucius and Hermione were concerned. They spent the entire day talking about babies and possible names for them.

“You have to have a boy, Hermione,” he said.

“And how many children do I have to have to make sure you get one?” Hermione asked brightly.

She looked pointedly at Arthur, who she knew felt the exact opposite. He made Molly go through so many pregnancies to get a girl. It was like a Weasley curse, it was common knowledge that Weasleys rarely breed females.

“As many as it takes,” Lucius said. “It’s the wife’s fault if it’s not a boy.”

Hermione shook her head, and narrowed her eyes. “Oh is it indeed? Might I explain to you, Mr High Horse, that in fact it is the MALE’s sperm that dictates the sex of the child and not the female.”

“Come again,” Lucius said, he blinked. No one had ever called him THAT before. Well, he groaned inwardly, maybe not to his face.

“Well,” Hermione said in her best know it all voice, “Muggle scientists…” Lucius scoffed, which only earnt him another hard glare from his new wife. “Muggle scientists in the twentieth century have found out that it is indeed the MALE that deciphers the sex. The female egg is one chromosome, which they interpret as X, the male sperm, however, is divided, which they interpret as X and Y. When an X sperm meets the egg, a girl is created. When a Y sperm meets up with the X egg it creates a boy.”

“Merlin, I’ve married a female Snape,” Lucius muttered. “A woman who has to analyse everything. I call it sex, and leave it at that.”

Arthur couldn’t help but laugh at that. Lucius turned around and looked at Arthur.

“Sorry,” Arthur said. “But that was quite funny. I didn’t think you had a sense of humour.”

“There’s probably lots of things that you don’t know about me, Arthur.”
Arthur nodded his head. He looked at the clock on the mantelpiece.

“I’ve got to go, Molly’s cooking up my favourite dinner,” he rose from his seat and Hermione followed. She walked up to Arthur and took his hands in hers and hugged him.

“Thank you, Arthur, I hope you don’t get into too much trouble over this?”

“Hey,” Arthur said. “I can handle her.”

Hermione tilted her head to one side with an incredulous smile on her lips.

“Well, farewell, Arthur.”

“Au revoir, Hermione,” Arthur said. Hermione just rolled her eyes. Lucius showed Arthur out to the apparition point.

“Look, Arthur,” Lucius said. “You have every right to be angry, and distrustful of me. But I am changing, and I care for Hermione.”

“Is there any chance I can wheedle any information out of you before I go?”

“Not until she shows signs of being pregnant,” Lucius said. “That’s the deal.”

“How genuine are you about this?” Arthur asked.

Lucius gave Arthur an unreadable look. He patted the red head’s shoulder and sighed.

“You don’t,” was his enigmatic and infuriating reply.

Arthur narrowed his eyes at Lucius and shook his head. He hated dealing with Slytherins, and still wished he could have just taken Hermione back to Grimmauld Place and in Remus’ arms where she belonged.

~*~*~

Hermione and Severus were the opposite ends of the room whilst Arthur and Lucius were having their own private conversation. The silence was palpable between them. Severus was instantly struck by the comment that Lucius made, that Hermione was a female version of him. And during her little lecture on the scientific facts of life, he was almost inclined to agree. Hearing Hermione Granger lecture Lucius like that was endearing to say the least.

In fact the more he thought about it the more he wished he hadn’t been so hard on her when she was his student. There was potential there, but because of his stupid adolescent grudge he didn’t acknowledge it wholly. Now she was in the arms of Lucius Malfoy, and bound to him to. Knowing Lucius, he would put the chastity charm on her after tonight so that no other wizard would be able to touch her. Bad luck Lupin, Severus thought. Bad luck to me to.

“Well,” Lucius said, as he strolled back into the room. “I am sorry to be a little bit selfish, but Severus I think that you have accomplished what you came here to do.”

“Is that a rather unsubtle hint to ask me to leave?” Severus asked impishly.

“I’m afraid so,” Lucius said.

Severus gave a stiff half bow in Lucius direction and then left the room. Hermione turned to Lucius.

“You could have been more gentlemanly about it!” she exclaimed. “Asked him to leave in a nicer manner than that. Some people might question your manners and upbringing.”

Lucius walked up to her and tilted her chin up.

“He would only get in the way,” he murmured. “And I have been holding on to this ever since you walked into the Conservatory wearing a dress in my house colours.”

Hermione looked down to his groin and blushed. She didn’t think she could do that to any man. But to be able to weaken Lucius Malfoy with desire was something.

“And I must admit I have been holding out for that length of time too,” she said huskily. “You in the Gryffindor colours just set my heart racing. Especially when the sun shone through the conservatory and haloed you in its glory. You looked like you were born from the sun’s rays.”

Lucius wrapped an arm around her waist and crushed his lips to hers. He gave her mouth no mercy, as his tongue immediately took over, and ravished her mouth. Hermione wrapped an arm around his neck bringing him closer, encouraging him even further. He bumped her into the wall and his hands roved up and down her sides, causing her to shudder under his touch.

Her legs voluntarily lifted and his hands realised what they wanted to do, as he helped them and guided her legs to wrap around his waist. She felt his erection against her stomach and it made her sigh.

Lucius broke the kiss and he took a moment to look at her. There was a definite shine in her eyes that Narcissa never had after he kissed her. It was there now, mixed with lust and hunger for him. Her warm caramel eyes had darkened, and she looked absolutely beautiful in the glow of the firelight.

“I am actually glad for the first time in my life that Salazar Slytherin didn’t succeed,” he murmured. “And neither will Voldemort!”

Hermione snapped out of her reverie and looked at Lucius.

“You said his name,” she observed.

“Did I?” Lucius asked.

“You said his name, that means that you’re not afraid of him anymore,” she squealed in delight.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but maybe being in your arms has made me less afraid,” he purred in her ear. “Isn’t it true that in the arms of your true love you become braver?”

Hermione lowered her head and she gently bit his upper lip and then his lower lip. He parted his lips and she slid her sweet tongue inside his mouth, and she kissed him gently, and sweetly. Lucius found himself surrendering to her soft persuasion.

He carried her over to the black fur rug that adorned the otherwise stone floor in front of the fireplace and lowered her down on the floor whilst she was still kissing him. When they were both on the floor he again broke the kiss to look at her.

“Do you love me, truly love me, Lucius?” she whispered.

“How do I love thee, let me count the ways…” Lucius quoted. Hermione giggled.

He liked that giggle and wanted to hear it again. He decided to tickle her.

Hermione gazed at Lucius and all of a sudden didn’t feel quite so safe, there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes and she didn’t like that. His lips curled in a dark smirk. She didn’t like that either. Before she had a chance to ask him what he was thinking, he assaulted her. He started tickling her roughly.

“NO! Stop!” she pleaded straight away in the midst of her mad laughter. “No! Lucius! Stop it!”

“I love to hear you laugh,” Lucius growled mischievously. He continued tickling her mercilessly, until her eyes were streaming with tears and perspiration started to show on her brow. “My gods, Hermione, you’re beautiful.”

Over the past few days Hermione had heard him say it, but never say it like that. Her eyes widened and she put her arms around his neck and drew him down to her. She lifted her head up so that their lips and tongues could meet yet again. The kiss this time was equal parts of the other and their tongues made love to each other perfectly. They tore their lips and mouths apart.

“Lucius, make love to me here.”

Lucius nodded silently. He should have just kidnapped her in the MoM, to hell with the prophecy. He should have just knocked everyone out with a stunner; picked her up and taken her then, and let the others take the heat for the failure.

He found out that her dress was held by ribbons tying at the nape of the neck, charmed only to undo at his touch. The knot undid easily, and he gently slipped the dress off her shoulders, revealing delicious golden flesh that Lucius dotted with light feathery kisses that made her moan in pleasure. He continued his trail of kisses as the dress slipped further down her body. He stopped to tenderly suck and kiss her breasts and nipples. He took her arms out of the sleeves and the top of her dress flopped down, and revealed the top half of her body. She did indeed look like the Gryffindorian Princess; she seemed made out of fleshy gold.

The fire reflected off her skin. He eased the rest of her dress off her body, and gulped. She was his. This siren, this beautiful warm siren, he contemplated what he should do next. But he didn’t have to. Hermione lifted herself up so that she was more in a sitting position; she swiftly and deftly unclasped his cloak and let it fall off. She then reached up to his shoulders to unlace the tunic and then she unlaced it at the bottom. It came off in two separate parts. The pace of her beating heart was getting faster, as she made quick work of his wine red satin shirt. She realised that left two things. His boots, and his trousers, which Lucius knew would be a difficult thing for her to do. The last few times both were already naked. This was the first time she had to undress him.

Hermione closed her eyes and breathed deeply, to regain her courage if nothing else. And then she lowered her hands. It was a pair of stretch hose, elasticated at the waist, so all she had to do was hook her hands underneath the waistband and pull them down. She was glad they weren’t zipped, that might have caused her severe embarrassment. He shifted his position so that she could take his boots off. She unlaced them and then when they were both loosened, she pulled them off, keeping eye contact with Lucius as she yanked at them.

She then leant forward to take his hose off but he stopped her by pushing her gently away. He then got up. None of them said anything, and Hermione knew she was holding in her breath. She placed her hands on the rug and leant back a bit to watch her man free his now obvious penis. She found herself fascinated by it, and then turned her head away feeling slightly perverted to be looking at it.

“I want you to look at it, Hermione,” Lucius said. Hermione snapped her head back up and gazed longily at it, no longer feeling dirty. This was the man she loved after all… why should she feel disgusting for ogling him?

He took the waistband in his hands, and slowly slid his fingers inside making Hermione watch. He then slowly took them down, and then calmly stepped out of them. Once they were at his ankles, he nodded at Hermione. Hermione crawled up to him. She picked up his left foot and took down the leg, and then she did the same with the right foot. He kicked them across the room and got down on his knees.

She took each of his hands in each of her own and leant back. He followed and she spread her legs and hitched them over his waist. He placed her hands behind her head, and keeping his fingers entwined with hers, he gently eased his erection in her folds.

“Lucius,” she hissed.

He lowered his head and then arched into her again. She arched upwards, causing him to groan. His hands broke free from hers and slid down her arms, and onto her sides. He let them journey down to her hips and he squeezed them causing her to moan. He then placed one of his hands on her pert breast. She arched further into his touch.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So damn beautiful, and so sexy.”

He laved his tongue around her hard nipple and caressed the other one with his hand. He then swapped sides. Continuing his sensual thrusts into her vagina, and she continued meeting him. She clamped her legs tighter around his waist, and they rolled and now he was on his back. She pushed his head away from her nipple.

“Your turn,” she purred sexily. He laid his head back, his hair splayed all over the rug. Hermione pushed down onto him as she bent down to kiss his nipples. She caressed each one as lovingly as he attended to hers. He squeezed her hips and stroked the front of her thighs. She murmured in approval. She licked and nipped at his throat and neck, that made him growl.

“Hermione, you’re killing me,” he said in a broken voice.

She stopped kissing and nipping him, and looked at him. She could not believe that she was making Lucius Malfoy look so helpless and beaten. She could not believe that she held a seductive power over him. She saw his eyes. Instead of the cold ice like glare that was usually there, they were a warm summer sky blue. Darkened by his desire and lust for her.

She took his hands in hers again and guided them to her breasts as they continued their sensual dance. The rhythm picked up, like the Bolero, it was the same tune but quickening with each and every bar. Their bodies began to sweat, until their breathing became ragged and their movements uncontrollable. Eventually they reached the part where the cymbals clashed, and the drums were being repeatedly and enthusiastically beaten. They yelled each other’s name in sheer ecstasy.

Hermione collapsed on top of Lucius and kissed his lips after their orgasm. Lucius stayed inside her as long as he could. He rolled her to one side, and picked up his cloak and wrapped it around them. He snuggled tightly next to her, wrapping his arms around her body, and cupping one hand on one of her breasts, and another on the cusp of her vagina possessively, he fell asleep.

That was how Severus found them after he had packed. He sighed and saw how happy Lucius looked. He had never seen his friend look so happy before. The noble part of him was actually pleased for his friend. The Slytherin part of him wanted to stab him in the back with a very blunt knife and take her for himself, Severus listened to his noble side, and quietly slipped from the room to go back to Spinner’s End.

~*~*~

The day after the wedding the news spilled out. News like this couldn’t be kept quiet for too long. The British Wizarding community was shaken to its very limits by this piece of news. Vendors in Diagon Alley were shouting about it. But no one could be heard amongst the screeches of one Molly Weasley.

“HOW COULD SHE?” she yelled at her husband, who just kept quiet. “HOW COULD SHE BETRAY US LIKE THIS? HOW COULD SHE MARRY THAT EVIL, SLIMY GIT? HOW COULD SHE DISREGARD RON LIKE THIS?” At the end of every question Arthur opened his mouth to answer them but she always managed to start the other one off before he had a chance.

Harry was dumbstruck by the news too, but no one could leave the room whilst Molly was in a rant, even though they all felt tempted to. They all wanted to discuss this. Remus was the most affected by this news. He knew something didn’t quite add up, but this was the last result he expected to come from the equation.

“Perhaps I may…!” Arthur began tentatively.

“NO YOU MAY NOT ARTHUR! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW! I KNEW SHE WAS NO GOOD FOR ANY OF MY CHILDREN, THE TRUMPED UP NO GOOD BITCH! MUDBLOOD DAMN WELL SUITS HER!”

“MOLLY WEASLEY SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!” Arthur yelled back. Everyone in the room blinked in incomprehension at what Arthur had just said. No one told Molly Weasley to sit down and shut up when she was in mid-rant. Molly opened her mouth, and looking at Arthur’s thunderous gaze, she decided to shut her mouth, and sit down. “Good.” Arthur took his glasses off and began to clean them, and then he put them back on again.

“Right,” he said squaring his shoulders. “If I might be able to explain without interruption.” The whole room looked at Arthur Weasley with a new profound respect.

“The day before yesterday Hermione sent me a letter with the Malfoy seal, saying she wanted to talk to me. So, I met her in the Leaky Cauldron to find out what she was doing writing letters with the Malfoy seal.

She then told me what she had done. She helped Lucius Malfoy escape from Azkaban on some conditions. Lucius needs an heir to carry on his name, and Hermione wanted to AVENGE Ron’s death. The best way she thought she could do that was by seducing Lucius Malfoy to our side, and to get him to give us information.

She also asked me to be a witness to their wedding, which I agreed to because I wanted to determine for myself whether Lucius had any intention of changing. Strangely enough he married Hermione in robes the colours of Gryffindor, and she married him in Slytherin colours.

What I saw shocked me beyond belief. When Lucius looked at Hermione it was with love in his eyes. He had been in love with her since the Quidditch World Cup but knew that then he could not do anything about it. He continued wanting her ever since.

Now he’s found out Draco wasn’t his son, and that his wife never truly loved him, he saw Hermione as his rescue. I believe he truly loves her, Molly, and that, whilst she still cares for Ron, she reciprocates Lucius feelings. It is revenge in a way; the Dark Lord has lost his top supporter. Lucius knows things and she knows that.”

Remus wanted to run out of the room and howl with despair. Hermione had told him time and time again that she viewed him as a special friend, but he had always hoped she might change her mind. Now it was evident that she wouldn’t.

“She has to move on, Molly, it’s not a betrayal to Ron for her to fall in love and marry someone else. I admit its quick but this is war, and we married quickly didn’t we?”

“Yes, but that was entirely different.”

“No different really. It is true that I wanted to punch Lucius Malfoy when I found out, but Hermione started this whole thing off. She has a right to her own revenge’s. This one might save a life and bring a new one in.”

“So if you have seen him, then why haven’t you given us any information?” Harry asked. His green eyes sparkling rage and fury, he knew Hermione could sometimes go to the deep end, but she was right in the deep end with this one.

“He refuses to give information until Hermione starts showing signs of being pregnant.”

“I presume he does have a time limit?” Remus asked.

“Six months,” Arthur said. “That’s fairly reasonable. Especially if neither has anything much to do.”

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek mulling this one over in his mind.

“Can we trust him, though?” he asked looking at Ginny.

“Not really, but what choice do we have, Harry?”

“She might even be pregnant already,” Ginny said in a hopeful voice.

“She might,” Arthur said, but his tone sounded less hopeful than his daughters. “Believe me, Molly, she’s grieving for Ron as much as you are, but she understands that sitting around mourning after him won’t get the Dark Lord killed.”

Molly looked down on the floor meekly, and then she looked up into her husband’s earnest blue eyes. Fairly rarely did he actually stand up to her, and fairly rarely did he sound so much like her own dearly departed father. There were tears in her eyes, and she wiped them away.

“You’re right, dear.”

Arthur knelt down on the floor and took his wife’s hands in his and tenderly stroked her face.

“She also loves you, you know,” he whispered.

Molly nodded. She took Arthur inside her arms and squeezed him tightly. Everyone took this as a sign that they were not wanted.

“I don’t really want to be in the room when they start kissing,” Ginny whispered to Harry.

“Speaking of which,” Harry whispered back.

Ginny blushed, Harry took hold of her hand and they scampered up the stairs. Remus watched after them sighing, he never felt more lonely than now. Why did Tonks have to die as well? What revenge could he seek?

A/N - I hope that was smutty enough for you. Just remember wonderful reviewers this is Porn WITH plot...