Puppy-Dog Tales

Hello lovelies! The heat is turned up by our dearest Lucius! He will show the boy how to woo a witch... so root for Draco, cause his daddy is going to make him work!

Sorry for the slightly slower updates, am looking into doing Postgraduate studies....


Sweet readers& reviewers! Did I tell you I love you all?

Here are the promised review responses:

The Lady Jones - We have equally delicious tastes in men. Do you follow Tom on Twitter? If not, you should. He puts up wonderful pictures, and tells amusing anecdotes. I love him. Such a doll! Rule 136 of Slytherin house: I will not try to convince first years that Professor Snape is the voice of god. Evil is synonymous with SEXY. Remember this!

Panther Eyes - WMWaW is your fav. Dramione. That made my day when I read that. I was just teasing about it. I don't mind you being pushy. I'm glad it is so adored.

bloody_blond - You do not sound jerky! I write the silliness to pick myself up as well. I am a fool; I'm subjecting myself to horrendous pain of three lab classes at a senior/junior level in college. I don't think that they will be too horrible. That is my hope anyway.

Angeles - Just a man harem. And nothing is wrong with that. I wouldn't mind having Draco or Lucius for my personal love slaves. I loves the BLONDS.

Starrynite45 - Draco will learn. He is spoilt. But will manage to grow up. Herms is good for him. Will do character building exercises with him in future.

MalfoysBitch - You are another in a long line of Snarry wishing. I'm beginning to think that the idea is not half bad.

Gryffindor_Slytherin - Draco has not gotten his trust fund yet. He gets it when he turns 18. in several chapters, so Lucius would cancel the order. Poor Draco.

LupinRules - The puppy is good people. I wish I knew where the Snarry thoughts were coming from. I don't really see it.





Hermione shivered. Would the eldest Malfoy get furious over a Muggleborn pawing his treasures?

"Where are your manners, Draco?" Lucius demanded, straightening and smiling at Hermione.

“You look absolutely lovely, Miss Granger,” Lucius said, stepping out of the fireplace and bowing to the witch.

Hermione blushed as she looked at the handsome wizard.

Lucius bowed taking her hand and kissing it.

“It is a pleasure to meet the most famous witch of our time. Let me apologize for my son's behavior. He has been spoiled a little too much I guess...”

“Mr. Malfoy, I am not so famous I think...and Draco is a good man under the brat attitude.”

Draco beamed.

"But I believe he has perjured himself severely."

“And please, dearest witch, do call me Lucius. I am not all that old,” Lucius said leading the blushing witch to the couch.

"That may take time, Sir. My parents were quite strict about addressing elders with all the respect they are due. Your son led me to believe that you were both old and deformed."

"What do you think now that you see me?" Lucius asked, motioning to the couch.

Hermione nodded and seated herself on the couch patting the spot next to her.

Draco frowned.

That was his spot.

“If I did not know better, sir, I would think you are Draco's eldest brother.”

"Most generous, milady," Lucius said. "I apologize for my sudden entry, but the last time Draco got in that case, he tried to burn the journal because I wouldn't get him a new broom."

"Scandalous falsehood," Draco said, sitting down between his father and betrothed.

“Draco, would you move? I would like to explain the history and importance of the journal to the charming lady. You sulking form hinders me greatly.”

Draco glared at his father and mouthed, "Get LOST!"

"Draco, I want to speak with your handsome sire," Hermione said, smiling at the elder Malfoy as he put his cane on the table.

“Doesn't my mother miss you?” Draco asked icily.

“Oh no, she took a Portkey to Paris to find a gown for dinner tonight. She won't be back till then,” Lucius said tapping his cane on his leg as he contemplated whacking Draco’s head with it.

Hermione flicked Draco's temple.

"Move," she said, seizing his ear and shoving him to the floor.

Draco whimpered.

“Now may I explain the language the journal is written in?” Lucius said casually. “There are in-depth notes of Gryffindor's findings written by Salazar in my study at the manor. You are welcome to come and see them as well.”

Hermione scooted close to Lucius as he draped an arm lazily around the back of the sofa.

“Father, don't you have places to be and people to see?” Draco asked, wanting to hex his parent.

“No, I am free today. I arranged my schedule so I could meet your chosen witch today.”

"She was spending time with me which you interrupted," Draco said, stomping his foot.

“Don't be so childish, Draco, or else I will have to make you leave!”

"You ruin everything," Draco hissed at his father, taking Hermione's hand.

“Would you like me to explain the journal now?”

"Of course, my dear," Lucius said, and his brow raised as he heard her stomach growl. "Would you care to eat while we talk over the journal?"

“Wouldn't we risk damaging the journal if we eat and look at it?”

"Nonsense, I've put plenty of special charms on the journal to prevent damage," Lucius said, turning so he faced her, "and I hate to know that you are hungry when it is nothing to have a feast brought here."

“But I could possibly not afford the menu here. I heard the prices are astronomical,” Hermione sighed.

"A gentleman never allows a lady to pay," Lucius said, handing her the menu. "If there is nothing on here to your taste, I am certain that the chef will be thrilled to make whatever you desire."

Lucius artfully forgot to mention that he not only owned the journal but the whole restaurant, too. He swished his wand at the menu.

"I need to know what it costs," Hermione said, looking at the wizard who was looking over a menu himself.

“It is not common to discuss such trivialities as price here.”

"But I can't possibly..." Hermione tried, touching the older wizard's arm.

"Miss Granger, you can. I insist upon it," Lucius said. "Order whatever you like, or I shall order two of everything."

“I don't even know what to pick!”

"Two of everything it is," Lucius said, ringing a bell.

A man wearing plain sienna robes walked in, "What would you be your pleasure today, Lord Malfoy?"

“You can't order so much!” Hermione whispered.

"Would one of everything be more agreeable to you, milady?" Lucius asked, drawing her hand to his lips.

“I guess so.”

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off Lucius as he continued to gently kiss her hand.
She shifted closer to the older wizard.

“Hermione, come sit with me,” Draco begged. “He has old man germs!”

"One of everything, Edward," Lucius said, not removing his eyes from Hermione's. "And bring the courses in order."

"As you wish Lord Malfoy," Edward said, turning and leaving the room.

“Hermione!” Draco whined again.

"Your father is quite handsome and charming," Hermione said as Lucius draped an arm around her.

"They say I am just like him," Draco said, tugging at her other hand.

"They lied," Hermione said, drawing her hand away and giving it to Lucius.

“Your father is charming and mature. You will have a lot of growing up to do before you become halfway decent.”

Lucius suckled gently on each knuckle meeting her eyes. Hermione Granger would be Hermione Malfoy. It made no difference which Malfoy male she married. She would be a Malfoy. He would not lose her. She was too lovely a female to be anything but a Malfoy.

Of course he loved his son and wanted the boy to be happy. Nut the family needed a witch like her. And she seemed more interested in older men anyway.

Hermione shifted so her leg touched Lucius'.

“Come sit with me, Hermione,” Draco pleaded.

Lucius released her hand, "Do as you wish, my Dear."

“I do want to sit with a gentleman,” Hermione said and scowled when Draco beamed at her. “And at this point, I feel you are nicer to me, sir.”

"As you wish," Lucius said, biting back a groan as she slid herself under his arm resting her cheek on his shoulder.

Draco scowled at them. “Hermione, I am courting you, not him!”

Hermione turned to Draco as her lip curled up. She rested her arm around Lucius' middle.

"You be quiet, you little pest, or I will not court you."

Lucius slid a hand along her arm.

“You agreed to court me! Me! Not my old man!”

"Yes, and I can agree to uncourt you just as easily," Hermione said.

"My dear, let us not be too hasty in any decisions," Lucius said, "And how about we read now?"

Hermione looked up at Lucius as he spoke.

“Yes, read for me!”

Lucius opened the journal and began to read of Gryffindor's life.

Hermione shifted closer.

A short time later, Edward came in carrying three appetizers.

Draco didn't even look at his food

He was too busy glaring at Lucius.

Hermione was leaning in so close to Lucius as the handwriting in the journal was so small and she wanted to see every page. Inevitably she shifted into Lucius' lap.

Lucius stroked her back as he felt her breasts rub on his legs.

"Hermione, why can't we read together?" Draco asked, moving and taking ahold of her hips.

“Do you know the ancient dialect as well as your father does?”

"I know it," Draco said, tugging on her gently.

"Draco does not," Lucius said. "He was lazy in learning his languages."

“It doesn't matter. We were supposed to have a romantic day out, and you had to ruin it!” Draco said, glaring at his father.

"Draco, stop it," Hermione said. "Just stop. You brought me here to read, and I don't know the old language. Your father does, and I want to hear about it."

"But you are all over him," Draco said.

"I want to look at the pages and the print is tiny," Hermione said.

“Dearest, don’t pay attention to his temper,” Lucius said letting her settle more comfortably in his lap.

Hermione stroked Lucius' arm as he translated for her.

Draco was mad. Why did his father do this to him?

Hermione's stomach rumbled.

“Here my dear, have something to eat,” Lucius offered her a crepe.

Hermione ate the food from his hand and licked his fingers.

“Father, this is inapproriate!”

Hermione reached over and plucked a prawn from a silver tray and dipped it in cocktail sauce before lifting it to Lucius' lips.

Lucius took the offering gladly.

"FATHER!"

Hermione offered him another before stroking his cheek.

“Stop screaming, son.”

Hermione took out her wand and flicked it at Draco and swished it once.

Draco was silenced and bound to a chair. He opened his mouth and tried to scream.

“Why can't he grow up?” Hermione asked.

"He will," Lucius said. "You must understand he has been spoilt more than he ought to have been. He was a miracle baby."

“Why a miracle baby?”

"Narcissa and I tried to have a baby for five years. Three pregnancies ended in miscarriages. Four others in still births. One resulted in a baby that lived for a week and died mysteriously." Lucius blinked rapidly as he spoke. "When Draco woke us up every night for the first six months of his life, we were only grateful that he was still alive. He was given every privilege as a Malfoy and nearly his every wish as our miracle baby."

“I can only imagine what a difficult time it must have been for you.”

“Even though some families refuse to admit it, inbreeding causes fertility defects. The Blacks were one of the most inbred houses. That's why my wife had so much trouble. And I am very glad that Draco has been wise enough to not only chose a wonderful witch, but one who could bring immense benefit to the Malfoy line.”

"I mean no offense, Mr. Malfoy. But I may not choose Draco.”

“Well who said you would have to choose Draco? I as the patriarch am entitled to up to three wives if I see fit. I have a lot to offer to a witch.”

“Father, you are a pervert!”

Hermione blushed and hid her mouth behind her hands.

"I am sure you do, sir," Hermione said, cutting a little piece of lamb Wellington and stabbing it with her fork and offering it to the wizard.

“I know that these days it has not been often seen but... as you are such an exceptional witch...”

Hermione bit her lower lip, "You are an exceptional wizard as well."

Lucius offered her a bit of his pumpkin risotto.

Hermione took the offering as Lucius took hers.

“Father, you know that no one has taken a second wife in two hundred years?”

"No time like now to revive some old customs with all the new thoughts coming in," Hermione asked, taking a bite of lamb and batting her eyes at Lucius.

"Just what I was thinking," Lucius said, setting the bowl of risotto aside and picking up a small chocolate raspberry soufflé.

“I have been told my attentions are too overbearing,” Lucius smiled at her. “But I like to make my witch feel like a queen.”

Hermione sighed and leaned over against Lucius.

Lucius wrapped his arms around her.


“Did I treat you nicely, Hermione?” Draco asked and looked at her with big eyes.

"Draco, you're being whiney," Hermione said, shivering as Lucius stroked her stomach.

“I am whiney because he crashed our date. You were supposed to be with me, not him.”

"You could be gracious about it," Hermione said. "Your father has given me pleasure."

“The only one to pleasure you should be me! I am sure my father's bit is all shriveled and old!”

"Draco, there is no reason for such crass language in front of a lady."

Draco pouted and stomped his foot.

Hermione stroked Lucius' arm and took a bite of the soufflé he offered.

"I apologize for the boy being how he is," Lucius said. "He really is a good child."

“Well, he's a child but I want a man.”

“I am a MAN," Draco said, taking Hermione's hand.

"He will always be my little boy," Lucius said, standing up and hugging Draco tightly. He began to whisper as he held his son. "You are going to chase her away. Grow up."

"You are stealing her from me," Draco whispered back arms stiff at his sides, "on purpose."

Hermione smiled at the men. It was nice to see such a loving family.

Draco smiled at Hermione as he whispered in his father's ear, "I hate you."

"Listen to me carefully boy," Lucius said, pinching the back of Draco's neck. "I'm not going to let you fuck this up for the family."

"You are a decrepit never-was-handsome wizard. Leave my Hermione alone."

“I will do whatever it takes to keep her in the family.”

"She is to be MY wife," Draco said. "She is to love ME. Why are you so mean to me?"

“I am not mean. I am doing this for the family. Do you want her to go to Snape?”

"I want her to be MINE," Draco whined, "She will learn to love me."

“You got a lot of growing up to do, boy,” Lucius said and patted Draco's back.

“Father," Draco hissed, shoving his foot down on his father's. "You will not have her."

"I think she might want me," Lucius said, releasing his son.

Hermione stood up and looked around the room.

"Is there anything I can get for you, my dear?" Lucius asked, reaching out and taking her hand. He drew the tiny hand to his chest.

“No, thank you for the meal, the food was divine.”

"Miss Granger," Lucius drew her tiny hand to his lips, "I hope you won't find me too forward, but I would like to give you a present."

Hermione looked the handsome wizard up and down.

Draco frowned, "Hermione is going to remain the afternoon with me."

"It is up to her," Lucius said, raising his eyes to look up at her as he allowed his lips to remain on her hand.

“Mr. Malfoy, it's not necessary to have any presents,” Hermione said, blushing.

"Nevertheless, it is my desire to give you a present," Lucius said, lowering her hand and straightening up. "It is tradition in old wizarding families to bestow a present upon a witch we desire to bring into our family."

"Who am I to go against tradition?" Hermione asked as the tall blond smiled.

Draco pouted. “I can give you all the presents you want!”

"If you would care to accompany me, sweet witch," Lucius said.

Hermione slid her arm through Lucius' and allowed him to lead her from the room.

Draco followed taking her free hand.

“Maybe in the light of day you will see that I am more handsome!”

Hermione gasped as she looked down the stairs of the museum to see a gorgeous carriage with two gorgeous snowy pegasi tossing their heads.

“I thought the carriage might be a nice way to travel,” Lucius said as he led her to the door of the carriage.

Hermione gasped and stared at the winged beasts, "Albino Aethonians. They are so rare."

“I like to have the best of the best,” Lucius said kissing her hand again.

Lucius opened the door and helped her into the carriage.

Hermione smiled at Lucius as he followed her into the carriage.

Draco frowned as he noticed the open top and the fact that there was only seating for two.

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

"Oh dear," Lucius said, "It seems that there is only seating for two."

"Draco, you don't mind, do you?" she asked, puffing her lips out at him.

“I do freaking mind! It’s our date! The old bat needs to go home and take his dementia potions!”

Hermione's hand snapped out and connected with his cheek, "Don't talk about your father that way!"

“I can bloody well say what's true! The old git has his leery cataract eyes set on you!”

"You are a terrible boy," Hermione said, "Apologize to your father, or I will never speak to you again!"

Draco's eyes widened.

Hermione turned her back to him crossing her arms.

“All I said was true!”

Hermione humphed and refused to look at Draco.

Lucius touched her back, "Do not be too harsh on him."

“I don't want to see him now.”

"But to never speak with him again," Lucius said, kissing her arm gently.

"He is disrespectful of my wishes. If he loved me, he would obey me," Hermione said, offering her arm for more of Lucius' kisses.

“He is used to get what he wants...”

"Well, he should show his obedience to his love rather than to his own selfish desires," Hermione said, settling on the older wizard's lap. "I don't wish to see him."

"Hermione," Draco pleaded, touching her back.

Hermione stiffened and pulled away from the touch.

“Go away, Ferret,” she said coldly.

"I'm sorry for being rude, Father," Draco said, almost touching her.

Hermione grinned and spun to look at Draco.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "You do love me, Draco."

Draco's tongue almost lolled out as his witch hugged him.

“Of course I do, sweets.”

"So no more arguing. I will go with your father, and meet you back at your house at three."

Hermione slid her hands along Draco's face.

“But this is our date,” Draco argued quietly.

"Draco, please," Hermione said, pressing her forehead to his. "We have lots of time to spend together. I'll be spending the week with you, and your mother was kind enough to invite me to your birthday party in two and a half weeks."

“You could stay as long as you'd like.”

"I know, but I've also promised Severus some time as well," Hermione said, kissing the tip of his nose. "Maybe you could set up a tea, just for the two of us." Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair.

“Dinner is for the whole family,” Lucius announced.

“Yes, of course," Hermione said, smiling at Lucius. "But Draco and I could have a private afternoon tea."

“That could be permissible if he behaves.”

Hermione sat down in her seat.

"I'll just see to it that we have a nice tea ready," Draco said, glaring at her. "As long as HE promises to behave."

“Have I behaved ill, Miss Granger?”

"Certainly not," Hermione said, touching Lucius' hand.

"He has been flirting with you, and he could be your father," Draco said, glaring at his sire.

“He is very good looking.”

"He is my father," Draco said, "I am better looking, younger, fitter version."

“But you are much more childish than him.”

"How would you feel if I flirted with your mother in front of you?" Draco asked as he stepped down.

“I would find it funny.”

"Well, I find you flirting with my father hurtful."

“But he is nicer than you, most of the time.”

"I am nicer, cuter, smarter, funnier," Draco said, "But you are always trying to vex me."

"Miss Granger, time stands still only for those who work in the department of mysteries," Lucius said, "We should get going so we will be on time for your tea with Draco."

"Yes," Hermione agreed. "I promise that we can have tea, just the two of us this afternoon."

Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione to give her a hug, and as he did he mouthed to his father: "You're not invited."

Lucius just smirked. Draco was too funny.

"May I beg the lady for a kiss?" Draco asked.

"Please beg," Hermione said, "But this lady is leaving and will join you at three."

Draco clutched his wand eying his father.

"Gringotts," Lucius called, and the team of horses sprang into action and pulled them away.

"Is there anything you would like to ask me, Miss Granger?" Lucius asked as the cart rolled along smoothely.

“I don’t know what to ask...' she said shyly.

"Nothing at all," Lucius asked, winking at her.

"Are you just teasing Draco about wanting me, or would you really take another wife?"

“I was not teasing. I never tease over serious matters.”
"Why would you be interested in me?"

"Beyond your obvious intelligence and impulsively sweet temper," Lucius began.

“But you are such an accomplished wizard,” Hermione said and blushed.

"You are accomplished for so young a witch as well," Lucius said, "You are beautiful, kind. And I enjoy your company."

"Would you want more children?" Hermione asked, holding in the desire to shake her head at this. She was actually thinking of marrying Draco's father.

"I always wanted several children, three or four," Lucius said, "But you heard of Cissa's difficulties with our first, and the Healers said it wasn't medically advisable for her to have more."

“I love the idea of having children, but I always worried that I would not be able to afford a life they deserve.”

"I assure you that by marrying into the Malfoy family, any and every child would have all it needed and then some."

“But what I want for my children most is love and a caring family.”

"They would have that in abundance," Lucius said. "I took Draco with me everywhere, kept him in a basinet in my work office when Cissa needed to sleep."

Hermione put a hand over her heart at these words.

"In fact, I still have his old nursery intact if you would like to see it," Lucius said. "Malfoy Industries is located on the ride out of town."

“I didn't know you were such a loving family man, Mr. Malfoy,” Hermione said, sighing in adoration.

"I assure you, while we may not show our true nature to outsiders, we are a very loving and attentive family."

The horses stopped calmly outside the front of the bank, and Lucius stepped down quickly and offered his hand to the witch.

She took his hand and gazed at the tall handsome man. He was candy for the eyes.

Lucius strode up to the entrance of the bank and up to a counter.

A goblin straightened and gave them a pretty smile for a goblin.

"Lord Malfoy, how may I be of service to you?" he asked with a bow.

"I wish to be taken to our vaults," Lucius said, presenting his wand to the creature.

"Of course, Lord Malfoy," the goblin said, leading them to a fine looking cart.

Hermione expected the ride to be fast and dangerous so she leaned into Lucius for support.

Lucius draped an arm around her as the ride began. The walls around Hermione rocketed past at breakneck speed but the ride was smooth.

"Vaults One, Two, and Three," the goblin announced.

Hermione gasped as she looked up and saw glowing moss growing over every surface.

“What is that?” she asked, still holding Lucius.

"What does it look like?" Lucius asked, helping her out of the cart.

"It looks like Hadrian's Glowing Moss, but that has been extinct for almost a millenium," Hermione said, "It was named for the only known spot it grew: Hadrian's wall."

"I suppose I should rename it Malfoy's Glowing Moss," Lucius said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“Why are we here?” Hermione asked, still looking in awe at the rare potions ingredient.

"If you would wait here one moment," Lucius said, kissing each of her hands.

“Can I pick some of the moss? It has valuable properties for potions...”

"As long as you don't give it to Severus," Lucius said, "He and I have our own deal worked out for it. Trades for his flowers for my moss."

“I'll just use it for my own experiments, if that's permissible?”

"That is quite alright, my darling," Lucius said, and he lifted a thin slate of amethyst from his bag. "You'll want to use this to scrape it."

“Oh, thank you this is amazing!” Hermione squealed and went to pick the moss.

Lucius shook his head and smiled at the young witch. He walked to where a soft number two glowed.

"Lucius Malfoy," he said, presenting his wand and pricking his finger with needle.

The moss parted and a door rested there.

He slipped in and returned moments later without Hermione noticing.

"I'm so lucky," Hermione said, not noticing that the moss instantly grew back to cover wherever she scraped it away.

She had wanted to acquire ten grams of the moss but the only ingredients catalogue which stocked it asked a thousand galleons for it.

"Do you have all that you require, my Darling?" Lucius asked, watching her heft the bag in her hands.

“I think so....would I be allowed to have some more sometime?”

"If you become a Malfoy, you may have all you wish for? And even if you don't, I am sure that we can arrange something."

“Thank you! This so amazing!” she said and ran to hug Lucius.

Lucius accepted the tiny witch as she hurled herself into his arms.

Hermione shoved her lips against the tall wizard's and pulled back a second later.

She smiled shyly.

“I am a very passionate wizard, Miss Granger. You should know that...”

Hermione looked down as she allowed her arms to remain locked around his neck.

"Are you ready to return to the surface?" Lucius asked, gesturing to the cart.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," she said, and he helped her into the cart.

“Please, call me Lucius. I am not so old after all.”

"Okay," Hermione said, looking into his eyes as she settled against his side with his arm draped around her. "Lucius."

“May I call you Hermione?”

"Of course, Lucius," Hermione said, "There is something that I have been pondering over."

“What is it, Hermione?” he asked, putting soft emphasis on her name.

“Why did you purposely miss when we were fighting in the department of mysteries in my fifth year? You hit Neville quite easily. Surely I was not so very much trickier. You purposely missed when aiming at Luna and Ginny too."

“If there's one thing I cannot do, it is hurting a woman. I didn't like to have to attack children, so I avoided the girls and hit the boys with light modified stunners. They should've not had any more damage then a slight confusion for an hour after.”

"Even when we were sending less than friendly spells at you?" Hermione asked, placing a hand on the wizard's stomach.

“Yes, even so...I hated to be a servant to the half blood idiot.”

Hermione smiled happy with his answers, and she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"You weren't easy on Sirius Black though," Hermione said as the cart stopped.

“That was a grown man...and just as annoying as my despised sister in law.”

“Well, Sirius was never a favorite of mine," Hermione said, allowing Lucius to lead her out to the carriage.

"Shall we?"

“Yes,” she said and smiled up at him. “You are very handsome, Lucius.”

Hermione shoved her lips against the tall wizard's and pulled back a second later.

Lucius led the young witch out to the carriage. He helped her up into the carriage.

"Malfoy Industries."

“Will we see your office?”

"I understood you wished to see Draco's old playroom," Lucius said, "And I believe the only way we will get to Wiltshire on time is by floo or apparating if you don't object."

“I want to see the playroom,” she said, burying her face in his neck, “and spend time with you.”

"As you wish," Lucius said, and he cursed himself as he spoke his next words. "I beg you to give Draco a chance. He is a sweet boy. And he likes you so. I believe you would do him great good by accepting him."

“But he is immature, acts like a child. I want a man who is smart and acts mature.”

"I was immature at his age as well," Lucius said, rubbing her arm. "Cissa changed me. And I believe you will change him. He is already making progress. It is small to be sure. But Draco, last year, would have never allowed you to come with me alone given our behavior."

“But what if he suddenly realizes he doesn’t want me?”

"He won't. He cares for you very much. He just expected you to leap into his arms without his making an effort. That is how everything has always been for him."

“But he acts like he owns me. I don’t find it attractive.”

"I promise he will learn and change. He is not used to having to share. He has never learned to share. I want you to be his friend. He has never had a real friend. Cissa was my first real friend, and is still my closest friend."

“I want a man to sweep me off my feet...not a boy who needs a friend. Maybe I should go to Severus instead.”

"In the end, it is up to you," Lucius said, "But I would wish you to give the Malfoy family a thought. I am fond of you as well."

Lucius took her waist and swung her down from the carriage as she rested her hands on his shoulders.

“But I just feel that Draco may not be right for me. Sure his affections are sweet, but the moment something doesn’t go his way, he gets all pouty.”

"You have to act in the manor that you feel will best ensure your future happiness," Lucius said, stepping onto a lift with her on his arm.

“I want a man who makes me all weak in the knees.”

“If my son is anything like me, he will be eager to please.”

Hermione gasped as she walked into the ornate office.

"Gorgeous," she said, staring at the chandelier.

Lucius stood behind her.

"This way to the nursery," he said, placing his hands on her arms.

Hermione looked up at the wizard. He was strong.

Lucius steered her to the nursery throwing open the doors.

"This was for one baby?" Hermione asked as she walked into the room.

“Yes, just barely enough, I know.” Lucius said, picking up a toy which had fallen off the shelf.

"This would be lavish for a dozen children," Hermione said, as a heard of unicorns raced about on the walls and disappeared.

She walked toward the fireplace as the green drapes covering the windows drew back.

Lucius put his hands on her shoulders.

Hermione smiled at the images of a baby crawling around and a wizard chasing him.

"Aw," she said, looking at a picture of Lucius sitting in a rocking chair holding a bundle in his arms that was squeezing a stuffed snake.

“I wish I could've had more children,” Lucius said and sighed.

Hermione wrapped her arms around the tall wizard as he picked up various pictures of Draco as a baby.

"You are young. You have time. Wizards are fertile and very virile well into their 150s from what I've read.

“But my wife cannot have any more children…so I will never see another child of mine.”

"You said yourself that you can have up to three wives," Hermione said, "and I am sure many witches would love to be one of your wives." She gently rubbed the wizard's back to comfort him.

“But I don't want the galleon digging bimbos. I want someone perfect. Not just a brood mare.”

"I am sure it could not be so difficult. You are handsome and intelligent. I would be glad to have a wizard like you."

“Would you really?” Lucius asked as he led her to a sofa to sit down.

"I would. You are kind, mature, handsome, intelligent. There is much to like," Hermione said, sitting next to him.

Lucius blushed becomingly.

"I'm sure you could find many wonderful, brilliant witches who would be happy to be on your arm and because of who you are, not just what is in your bank vault."

“I am very picky.”

"As am I," Hermione said looking up as the clock on the mantle chimed.

"Three o'clock."

"We must apparate," Lucius said, standing up and grabbing her tightly. He disapparated.

Hermione was still dizzy from the apparition, so she leaned in to him and kissed his lips. Not shyly, but hungrily demanding.

Lucius groaned as the tiny witch ran her tongue along the edge of his lips. He kept his hands on her lips and moved to press her into the wall of his study.

"Hermione!" Draco's voice called.

Knock. Knock.

"Father, Hermione, are you in there?"

Lucius pushed the witch against the wall more and deepened the kiss.

He pulled back quickly and Hermione moaned.

"It is not my time anymore," Lucius said, as the witch looked up at him with hazy eyes and rubbed against him.

“But I want more...”

"May I ask for your company this evening?" Lucius asked, as she continued to slide her hands up and down his arms.

“Yes,” she breathed. That was how a man was supposed to make her feel.

"I look forward to it," Lucius said, taking her hands from him. "I may know a few games that you would find interesting."


Harry is still hiding! I promise to tell you soon! Any guesses where our Golden Boy is? Lucius is such a charmer! But who can withstand the charms of our gorgeous witch? Draco needs to buckle and do something...

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