Hidden Meanings

Disclaimer: Nix belongs to me in this world, darn it!

snapeslave: I have read most of David and Leigh Eddings works, and I am a big fan of Belgarath the Sorceror, glad you like this story. I am working on a Belgariad/HP crossover with a bit of Hermione/Silk.

Citten: Hmm, Narcissa I wish I could tell you...

mary: Very un Hermione wouldn't you say, but hey she's married to a sex god... of course she's bound to change her mind on certain things.

lovethelab: Sorry, don't write threesomes... I have got some HG/SS there's one called Storing Up Trouble, that's an HG/SS one... and no you're not dating yourself at all.

JW: Be patient...

angel: Hope maybe the right word...

Catstaff: Here's a small clue.

EmmyloveDraco: Here's more.

BuckyKattGirl: They bore me to, but please put up with them for a little while longer.

Gaps of Misery: Thank you for liking my plot bunnies thus far. There's possibly a few more... as for baby house elves... hmm... and to my mind EVERYONE is human, even Mr Hitler was a human being although you wouldn't think it but he was... to me it's important to give characters no matter who they are, some sort of humanity. It's what makes them believable.

sayyida: Because of your review you got this update... I prefer Belgarath myself, I liked Polgara but she annoyed me, especially when she fell in love with that silly Arendian, and stubbornly refused to respect her father at times... but I am working on a Belgariad and HP crossover.

Operation: Mate the Werewolf

Hermione decided to be extra responsive to Lucius ministrations tonight. She had an extremely big favour to ask him and she needed to pleasure him thoroughly; otherwise the plan might fall on a heart of stone. She was wearing a black silk corset with ribbons at the back. She arranged it so that the knickers could come off but nothing else. Lucius loved that.

She sprawled on their bed seductively and made sure her expression was demure and happy. The handle of the door was turning and Hermione smirked as she looked at the mirror one last time to make sure she looked perfectly irresistible. She put her hand on her thigh and she started to stroke her flesh. Lucius walked in.

“Darling,” Hermione said huskily.

Lucius turned to look at his wife sprawled on their bed. He raised his eyebrow and put his arms across his chest.

“I know I promised, sweetheart, but I can’t. I’m almost dead.”

Hermione chewed her lip and frowned. This wasn’t what he was supposed to say.

“And I said that I was going to hold you to that promise.”

Lucius unclasped his robe and placed it neatly and carefully on the back of a chair. He rubbed his face.

“I seriously am tired, Hermione, I am not getting any younger you know.”

“Didn’t stop you from practically raping me when I first came here.”

“Raping is when the other partner is non consenting, and you consented all too easily, Hermione.”

“Maybe I encouraged you a bit,” Hermione agreed.

“WHAT! You swam naked in an effort to seduce Snape of all people!”

“Well, he wasn’t stubborn. If you don’t give me some now Lucius I might just run into the arms of Severus Snape.”

Lucius eyes sparked with fury at that threat. He strode up to her and then he took his shirt off. The sight of his well-toned chest always made Hermione sigh. He placed the palm of one of his hands on the headboard of the bed.

“Over my dead body, wife! You’re mine!”

“Then possess me all over again, Lucius, I think you might be losing your grip on me already.”

Lucius sighed, she was determined; he’d give her that. He wanted her to be determined. But tonight he couldn’t handle it. He was brain tired from the amount of studying he had done.

“I can’t,” he sighed regretfully. Hermione smiled a mischievous smile and got up off the bed. She unhooked her black satin wrap and wrapped it around her body. “Where are you going?” Lucius asked.

“To see Snape! He might be more willing.”

She spun on her heel and was just about to open the door but Lucius was in front of her and placed an arm around her waist and dragged her to him, he kissed her roughly and passionately. Hermione quivered under his touch.

“You’re not going anywhere, Witch!”

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, he flung her down on the mattress and she squealed with delight. He noticed her eyes were shining with absolute delight. He lowered his body onto hers. He stroked her sides; he noted with pleasure that she purred.

“Hmm, that’s more like it,” she murmured. He looked at her again. He chuckled.

“You truly are a shrew aren’t you, my sweet.”

“Why do you say that, dearest?”

“You were determined to seduce me, weren’t you?”

Hermione said nothing as she raised her arms and snaked them around his neck. She brought him down and she raised her head. She brushed her lips against his. She bit his lower lip making him growl. He parted his mouth and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He groaned with pleasure. She clamped her legs around his waist and rolled him over. She sat atop him and he laid on his back.

“I am yours,” he said. She leant down and kissed and sucked on his ear lobe. She smiled at his response as his hands wandered up and down her body.

“I am yours also,” she whispered. She took the wrap off her body and he then took down her knickers. She smiled as she unbuttoned his trousers. She looked down and then up. “You might be tired my dear, but your member seems to be wide awake.”

Lucius rolled his eyes. She pushed down on his penis hard and he groaned.

“Hermione, you’ll be the death of me.”

She grinned like the cat that got the cream. She was going to make him go wild and crazy. She was going to make him scream.

“Would you like that again, Lucius?” she asked huskily.

“Please!”

She pushed down on him again. He eventually raised his hips to match her thrust for thrust. He had not rued the day that he divorced the bitch queen from hell. They had come again, and again. She threw her head back and screamed his name as the final orgasm swept over her. He shouted out her name to.

She collapsed on top of him and rolled on her back. She was seeing stars. He was to. A few moments later he rolled on his side and kissed her mouth.

“Your turn, my dear.”

She purred happily.

~*~*~

Narcissa was sitting in the Library looking at a picture of Sirius. She stroked his face and held it to her chest. She put it back in her bag and sat back in her chair. She was worried for Hermione. He was being sweet to her now, sure. But what about the future? She wasn’t sure Lucius could remain loyal for THAT long. As long as the girl was still able to have sex then he’d be as loyal as a puppy.
She was concerned for the time when Hermione was going to start showing. When the baby would start kicking. She hoped for Hermione’s sake that Lucius wouldn’t start kicking HER about. Narcissa had done all she could. The girl seemed to believe Lucius and she seemed very much in love with him, deluded chit.

She noticed the door opening in through the reflection in the mirror above the mantelpiece. She sighed. Whoever it was she’d have to be nice to them, although she wasn’t in the mood at the moment. Harry walked in the door. She smiled. Perhaps he wouldn’t be so bad, if anyone could try talking some sense into the girl then it would be him.

“Ms Black?” Harry asked. “Um, sorry. I suppose you want to be on your own.”

“No,” she said. “I’ve visited Hermione today. I’ve tried talking some sense into her.”

“Hmm, well she won’t listen. She rarely does listen to me. I’ve observed them. I think that they are in love. Hermione is the sort of girl that I wouldn’t mess with.”

Narcissa smiled. “Temperamental is she?”

“And stubborn,” Harry said. “Look, this probably isn’t any of my business, but how did things between you and my Godfather start?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” Narcissa asked.

“Yes,” Harry said, as he sat down in the chair opposite her. She was prettier than the last couple of times he’d met her. She seemed to have lost that arrogant smirk that seemed to be permanently placed on her lips. He found himself blushing when he looked at her.

“It started at his sixteenth birthday party,” she said. “Bellatrix, Andromeda and I had to attend being family. He had his friends: your father, Remus, and Pettigrew. Anyway, he was standing out on the terrace at some point of the party, alone. I was eighteen; I had left Hogwarts and was betrothed to Lucius. I hated Lucius then, I begged for my parents to let me marry someone else. But they didn’t listen and Bellabitch actually convinced me to do so.

He looked different on his own, more thoughtful. As a cousin I decided to find out what was on his mind. He turned around and saw me. He confessed he had feelings for someone he shouldn’t have had feelings for. I asked if it was Lily, your mother. He shook his head. That surprised me I must admit. Practically every Wizard went gaga over Lily, including Lucius. But not Sirius, so I asked him if he could tell me. The answer shocked me beyond anything.

‘It’s you, Cissy.’ He said. He walked up to me and placed some of my hair behind my ear. ‘Is being romantically in love with your cousin so wrong?’ He murmured. He bent down and kissed me. I swooned in his arms. I had no qualms about falling in love with my cousin, he was wonderful; although I hardly slept with Sirius I knew Draco was his son. That’s the story.”

Harry chewed his lip and stared at the fireplace. “What did your sister do when she found out?”

“She hexed me, oh don’t worry,” Narcissa said as she spotted the youths worried look. “Bellabitch won’t kill me. She can sure hurt me though.”

Harry looked at her again. “Will Lucius hurt Hermione?” Harry asked.

“We can just hope, can’t we!” Narcissa exclaimed.

Harry smiled. She tilted her head to one side.

“So, why didn’t you say anything when Dumbledore was alive?”

“Dumbledore knew,” Narcissa sighed. “He knew because Sirius told him the truth before he died.” She sighed, and he remained silent. “Why don’t you go to your girlfriend, and leave me alone now.”

Harry looked at Narcissa. He was sort of reminded of his aunt when he looked at her. In fact, he thought to himself, they would make more likely sisters than my mother and my aunt.

Narcissa regarded Harry for a moment. “For what it’s worth, Harry, Draco did truly want to be friends with you, he was hurt when you refused his offer of friendship. When he discovered he’d be in the same year as you he practised hours in front of the mirror to get his greeting right.”

Harry glanced in Narcissa’s blue eyes. “He didn’t get it right.”

Narcissa rolled her eyes. Were Gryffindors and Slytherins always to be like this? Harry got up off the chair.

“Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, Ms Black,” Harry said.

Narcissa got up off her chair. Harry held the door open for her to walk through first. She giggled at the gentlemanly gesture. She walked through the door; she then made her way up the stairs.

Harry waited until she was up the stairs before he walked up them. He looked furtively around and crept towards Ginny’s bedroom. He didn’t want to be caught by Molly. He wasn’t sure if Molly would approve.

~*~*~

Hermione was fully sated after the second time. She was hugging Lucius and he was stroking her back. He kissed the top of her head. She smiled.

“Lucius,” Hermione said.

“What, sweetheart?”

“How’d you feel if Narcissa were to marry someone else?” Hermione asked.

“It’d probably stop her from coming round here trying to tell you, that you made a mistake.”

Hermione drew in a breath. She knew there was no way to say this in a sly cunning manner.

“Because I am thinking of partnering her up with someone,” Hermione said.

“Who?” Lucius asked. He frowned. What was his wife up to?

“Remus Lupin,” Hermione said.

Lucius sat up. “Tell me your joking?”

“No, it’s perfect. Narcissa was Tonks aunt, so Remus would probably feel like he has some of her back. Also Narcissa might feel she has some of – him – back. Don’t you see Lucius… it could work, you know!”

Lucius turned to face his wife. She was deadly serious.

“I think you’re mad, Hermione, I thought Remus was a friend of yours.”

“He is,” Hermione stated.

“If he is a friend then why are you going to lump him with Narcissa?”

“Look, just because you never loved her doesn’t mean to say that there are other men that won’t. I think that Remus and Narcissa might actually be perfect for each other. Narcissa can’t understand why I love you so much, yet I do.”

Lucius sighed. He couldn’t help but agree with that comment. He could try to argue it but he somehow knew that he’d be fighting a losing battle.

“Whatever you say, love.”

Hermione smiled. “Good, because you are going to have act your pants off.”

“You’re not involving me in this crazy scheme are you?”

“Of course,” she said. “Look, we’ll have dinner out. Remus is sort of an Auror, so he’ll come. I’ll bring along Narcissa. And then I’ll distract Remus whilst you slip off back here. I’ll stick around for a while; make a pretence of not knowing where you are and leave to ‘look’ for you. I’ll urge them to stay, saying that dinner is already paid for. They’ll HAVE to stay.”

Lucius narrowed his eyes and sighed. “I definitely think you would have been a better Slytherin than Gryffindor. Severus warned me about you. I didn’t believe him.”

“Come on, darling, it’ll be fun. You never know, you might actually gain a friend in Narcissa. Don’t snort like that, it makes you look unattractive.”

Lucius scowled. “I’ve lived with the woman for twenty five bloody years, and if we couldn’t become bloody friends in that time, then I doubt this one little operation would make us chums.”

“Operation, I like that,” Hermione said. “This sort of escapade needs a name.”

“How about Operation World War Three,” Lucius mumbled under his breath. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.

“Hmm,” Hermione mused aloud. “How about Operation: Mate the Wolf.”

Lucius groaned at the name. “Do I really have to take part in this charade?”

“It might help in gaining the trust of the Order. You said you wanted to make it up to Remus somehow.”

“Yes, the key phrase, make it up. Not lose his trust forever.”

“There must have been something you liked about Narcissa?” Hermione asked. “She’s not that bad.”

“Huh!” Lucius said. “All right, if you insist on this mad cap misadventure then fine. But don’t blame me if it fails.”

Hermione fell back on the pillows with a smug, proud smile on her face. She had won him over, and she was going to bring her friend some joy.

“If you do, do a good acting job, darling. You’ll get a decent reward.”

Lucius closed his eyes. He knew she’d bring up the separate bedroom nonsense again if he didn’t co-operate.

“Yes, dear.”

~*~*~

Remus was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. He could no longer deny it. Hermione was in love with Lucius. She had never loved him, and he was miserable. He turned over to a picture of Tonks he had on his bedside table. She was ducking the camera, and he had appeared and put his arms around her waist and pointed at the camera. She turned around to look at him.

He then brought out the picture he had of Hermione. He placed it next to Tonks, the two women that meant a lot to him and he could have neither. He sighed and turned his face away from their photographs. He turned on his side and a tear fell from his eye onto the pillow. He gripped the covers with his fingers and he sobbed.

His door creaked open and he felt his mattress lower. He sniffed and looked up. He was looking at Ms. Black. Narcissa looked over his shoulder and noticed the photograph of him and her niece.

“You looked happy with her,” she said.

“I was happy with her,” Remus sniffed.

Narcissa sighed. She began stroking Remus hair and she began humming. The tune she hummed sent Remus to sleep. Smiling, Narcissa crept out of the room when she was certain he was asleep.

She went back into her bedroom and wrapped the dull grey covers around her. If she were going to be staying here then she’d certainly decorate. She was surprised that no one had thought of doing that yet. She hated these grey sheets when she was a child, but she loathed them as a woman.

~*~*~

Once Hermione was asleep, Lucius crept out of the bedroom and went to floo Severus.

“I’d have thought you had better things to do with your time than to talk to me, Lucius.”

“You were right about her,” Lucius hissed. “You never guess what she wants to do, now.”

“I don’t know paint the nursery pink with yellow polka dots.”

“Severus, be serious. She is going on a matchmaking jaunt now. The unlucky bastard is Remus Lupin. Make her stop!”

Severus laughed silently. Lucius could see Severus shoulders shaking. “Who does she want to matchmake with the Werewolf?”

“My ex-wife, I’m telling you pregnancy doesn’t suit the usually astute Hermione.”

Severus laugh had actually reached a volume. “Oh this is just brilliant. I was thinking the same thing myself when I saw them earlier. Need advice?”

Lucius grumbled. “You have been hanging around with Gryffindors for too long, Snape.”

“It’s not me that’s married to one,” Severus said.

“Shut up!” Lucius got up off the floor. “I was hoping you were going to see my side of things.”

“Oh, come on, Lucius. Look, Hermione needs to do things to occupy her mind. She’s left school; she has no homework assignments, no essays, and no projects. She’s bound to want to get up to all sorts of mischief now there are virtually no rules to stop her. You better get used to it.”

Lucius dismissed Severus with a wave of his hand. It seemed that he was outnumbered. Looks like I’ll have to take part in this foolish game, he thought, and stick with that pathetic title to, Operation: Mate the Wolf is official… goody!

A/N Sorry this took so long guys. I have been writing, just a fanfic that isn't Harry Potter. I have been writing a Labyrinth fanfic, that's over in the Movies section. It's called Labyrinth of the Soul. I must admit that King Jareth and Sarah is the main reason why I like LM/HG so much.