Mystery of You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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30
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40,711
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327
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Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter Ten
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Chapter Ten
Lucius turned and stopped dead in his tracks. Hermione rushed into the room, smiling at him as she went over to his desk.
“What has you so very cheery?” he asked her.
“I just got a letter back from Harry,” she told him. “He wants to meet at Hogsmead this next weekend.” Hermione stopped writing and looked over to him. “He wants to meet privately.”
He simply stared at her waiting.
“Would that…” She could hardly believe that she was asking permission, but in away it seemed right. “Would that be okay with you?”
“Certainly,” he murmured. “What about the trip to the school? Would you care to be alone then as well?”
“No,” she replied. “You are still one of the school’s governors, Lucius. I’ll visit while you work on checking what you must.”
“Very wise,” he said quietly. “Speaking of work, I must be back to mine.” He went over to her, leaning over so that his mouth was near her ear. “You’re in my chair.”
“Almost done,” she whispered as she finished up. Getting out of his seat, she asked, “Have you given tonight’s menu to Violet?”
“No, not as of yet. Why?” he mumbled, as looked down to the spreadsheets on top of his desk as he sat.
“I have an idea for a meal. I wanted to clear it with you if it was okay.”
“Go on! I’m sure the elves will like the challenge,” he said absently.
Thirty-five minutes later Lucius looked up to see ten rather agitated house elves all looking about ready to rebel.
“What has she done now?” he asked in a neutral tone as he went back to work.
“She’s cooking!” one cried out indignantly.
“Without magic!” whined another one.
He looked to the heavens and then to them. “What pray tell is she making?”
“She called it garlic bread,” Violet said to him. “And spit-get-tee.”
Lucius stood up and said, “Very well. I will go and see what she is about.”
When he walked into the kitchen, he found Hermione pulling the garlic bread out of the oven. Walking over to her, he stopped as he saw the pasta resting in a colander next to the sink. It was still steaming slightly, as was the sauce sitting next to it. He leaned over and sniffed delicately. Letting out an appreciative hum, he turned to look at Hermione who was now watching him.
“You said…”
“I am well aware of what I said,” he cut her off. “I assumed that you were going to tell the house elves what to make, not take over their work.”
She flushed at his words and said, “I like to cook. I haven’t had a chance to do so since I arrived here.”
“Then you should have said so,” he told her, walking closer to her. “They came to me in protest. The little beasts are more than likely worried that you’ve taken it into your head once again to free them.”
“SPEW failed. I admit as much, but they deserve better respect.” She worried her lower lip. “I hope I didn’t cause too much trouble.”
“Only if you don’t feed me soon,” he drawled as he turned on his heel and left. “But for Merlin sake, have the elves serve it.”
***
They were in the middle of their meal when Draco came stumbling over towards them, falling heavily onto the floor. Hermione got up and was about to rush over to him, when Lucius grabbed her arm and yanked her away in the other direction. Hermione was about to say something, when he wrapped her up in a protective stance. His arms pressed her face into his chest, holding her all the tighter as a light seemed to fill the room.
“What…”
“Close your eyes,” he ordered her. “Do it now.”
The explosion of light and heat filled the room in a flash. The light wasn’t passive either. It burned hot and fast. Hermione let out a scream as it hurt her hands that were pressed to his back. Yanking them away from Lucius’s back, she pressed them to her chest whimpering in pain as there was another blast of light, but this time it was fire and it seemed to be everywhere at once.
Hermione’s shield slammed up, encompassing both she and Lucius. The flames were a brilliant blue-red tipped in white. Within seconds it had faded into nothing. Lucius looked over to see most of the dining room was turned to ash, the only exception to the destruction being the small circle of where Hermione’s shield was up protecting them both. And there in the middle of it all was Draco, lying on the floor covered in debris.
“Take down the shield, Hermione,” he murmured.
“My hands,” she whimpered. “They're burnt.”
“Shh,” he cooed, taking them into his own and gently blew on them. A second later it was as if they hadn’t been injured at all. She looked at the backs of her hands in awe, even as he kissed her forehead. “Put down the shield. I need to check on Draco.”
“But how…” Hermione gasped when she looked into Lucius’s eyes.
“What?” he asked, now sounding defensive. “You mean to say you’ve never seen a man with white eyes before?”
She had, but she didn’t think this time and place would be appropriate to mention that she had met an albino. The shield dropped and he rushed over to his son, who was just beginning to stir on the floor. He scooped him up, cradling him as if he were still an infant.
“Should I call a healer?” she asked, following him out of the room and straight over to his son’s bedchamber.
“No need,” he said in a terse tone. “Go back and eat.” He put Draco carefully onto the bed.
Hermione rushed around to the other side of the bed and put a pillow more comfortably before Draco was set down completely. Lucius looked over to her briefly.
“Get out of here,” he muttered, stroking his son’s face.
“I can help…”
He whipped around and blasted, “I said leave!”
Hermione stood up straight, walked out of the room. The slamming of the door made Lucius wince. He was going to have to explain to her what he had never wanted to tell her in the first place. It was with a regret filled sigh that Lucius began cleaning up his son, thinking of all the different ways to explain to his charge that she wasn’t the only being with a powerful inheritance that made them stand out.
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Chapter Ten
Lucius turned and stopped dead in his tracks. Hermione rushed into the room, smiling at him as she went over to his desk.
“What has you so very cheery?” he asked her.
“I just got a letter back from Harry,” she told him. “He wants to meet at Hogsmead this next weekend.” Hermione stopped writing and looked over to him. “He wants to meet privately.”
He simply stared at her waiting.
“Would that…” She could hardly believe that she was asking permission, but in away it seemed right. “Would that be okay with you?”
“Certainly,” he murmured. “What about the trip to the school? Would you care to be alone then as well?”
“No,” she replied. “You are still one of the school’s governors, Lucius. I’ll visit while you work on checking what you must.”
“Very wise,” he said quietly. “Speaking of work, I must be back to mine.” He went over to her, leaning over so that his mouth was near her ear. “You’re in my chair.”
“Almost done,” she whispered as she finished up. Getting out of his seat, she asked, “Have you given tonight’s menu to Violet?”
“No, not as of yet. Why?” he mumbled, as looked down to the spreadsheets on top of his desk as he sat.
“I have an idea for a meal. I wanted to clear it with you if it was okay.”
“Go on! I’m sure the elves will like the challenge,” he said absently.
Thirty-five minutes later Lucius looked up to see ten rather agitated house elves all looking about ready to rebel.
“What has she done now?” he asked in a neutral tone as he went back to work.
“She’s cooking!” one cried out indignantly.
“Without magic!” whined another one.
He looked to the heavens and then to them. “What pray tell is she making?”
“She called it garlic bread,” Violet said to him. “And spit-get-tee.”
Lucius stood up and said, “Very well. I will go and see what she is about.”
When he walked into the kitchen, he found Hermione pulling the garlic bread out of the oven. Walking over to her, he stopped as he saw the pasta resting in a colander next to the sink. It was still steaming slightly, as was the sauce sitting next to it. He leaned over and sniffed delicately. Letting out an appreciative hum, he turned to look at Hermione who was now watching him.
“You said…”
“I am well aware of what I said,” he cut her off. “I assumed that you were going to tell the house elves what to make, not take over their work.”
She flushed at his words and said, “I like to cook. I haven’t had a chance to do so since I arrived here.”
“Then you should have said so,” he told her, walking closer to her. “They came to me in protest. The little beasts are more than likely worried that you’ve taken it into your head once again to free them.”
“SPEW failed. I admit as much, but they deserve better respect.” She worried her lower lip. “I hope I didn’t cause too much trouble.”
“Only if you don’t feed me soon,” he drawled as he turned on his heel and left. “But for Merlin sake, have the elves serve it.”
***
They were in the middle of their meal when Draco came stumbling over towards them, falling heavily onto the floor. Hermione got up and was about to rush over to him, when Lucius grabbed her arm and yanked her away in the other direction. Hermione was about to say something, when he wrapped her up in a protective stance. His arms pressed her face into his chest, holding her all the tighter as a light seemed to fill the room.
“What…”
“Close your eyes,” he ordered her. “Do it now.”
The explosion of light and heat filled the room in a flash. The light wasn’t passive either. It burned hot and fast. Hermione let out a scream as it hurt her hands that were pressed to his back. Yanking them away from Lucius’s back, she pressed them to her chest whimpering in pain as there was another blast of light, but this time it was fire and it seemed to be everywhere at once.
Hermione’s shield slammed up, encompassing both she and Lucius. The flames were a brilliant blue-red tipped in white. Within seconds it had faded into nothing. Lucius looked over to see most of the dining room was turned to ash, the only exception to the destruction being the small circle of where Hermione’s shield was up protecting them both. And there in the middle of it all was Draco, lying on the floor covered in debris.
“Take down the shield, Hermione,” he murmured.
“My hands,” she whimpered. “They're burnt.”
“Shh,” he cooed, taking them into his own and gently blew on them. A second later it was as if they hadn’t been injured at all. She looked at the backs of her hands in awe, even as he kissed her forehead. “Put down the shield. I need to check on Draco.”
“But how…” Hermione gasped when she looked into Lucius’s eyes.
“What?” he asked, now sounding defensive. “You mean to say you’ve never seen a man with white eyes before?”
She had, but she didn’t think this time and place would be appropriate to mention that she had met an albino. The shield dropped and he rushed over to his son, who was just beginning to stir on the floor. He scooped him up, cradling him as if he were still an infant.
“Should I call a healer?” she asked, following him out of the room and straight over to his son’s bedchamber.
“No need,” he said in a terse tone. “Go back and eat.” He put Draco carefully onto the bed.
Hermione rushed around to the other side of the bed and put a pillow more comfortably before Draco was set down completely. Lucius looked over to her briefly.
“Get out of here,” he muttered, stroking his son’s face.
“I can help…”
He whipped around and blasted, “I said leave!”
Hermione stood up straight, walked out of the room. The slamming of the door made Lucius wince. He was going to have to explain to her what he had never wanted to tell her in the first place. It was with a regret filled sigh that Lucius began cleaning up his son, thinking of all the different ways to explain to his charge that she wasn’t the only being with a powerful inheritance that made them stand out.
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So did that answer some questions or do you have more than ever? (insert evil laugh here) Yeah, well, what's a mystery without some questions? Okay, so here it is time for another review sing-a-long! "Do-do-do-do! Do-do! Do-do! Review time!" I made it a simple one. Guess and get a cookie! But whatever the case, please review!