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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
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40,726
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327
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Twenty-five
Thank you for all of your words of encouragement! They make me feel five and a half feet tall! LOL!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Twenty-five
“I couldn’t stand Draco’s moaning for another minute longer,” Regulus said casually, as he was cutting his lamb. “So I brought him back here if only to save my own sanity.” He took a bite of the tender medium rare meat he was eating. “Go ahead and ask, Miss Granger. I know you are dying of curiosity.”
“Where have you been all this time and why didn’t Kretcher know that you were still alive?” she asked. “It’s been over twenty years and yet everyone, with the exception of Lucius, thought you were dead.”
He flicked a look over to her. “After barely making it out alive from getting the locket, I magically divorced myself from the family.” Regulus sighed heavily, taking a sip of his wine. “I thought it was for the best if no one thought I was alive.”
“Then how did Lucius…” She stopped and looked over to the tall blond sitting at the head of the table. “You healed him after he drank the poison to retrieve the locket, didn’t you?”
Lucius smiled, looking over to Regulus. “That I did, love.”
“So that was how you were able to, uh, convince him to train Draco?” she inquired. “That also means that you have an inheritance as well, does this not?”
“Smart,” Regulus muttered. “It still doesn’t make her the smartest witch of her age.”
“No, receiving the highest NEWT scores in well over one thousand years makes me so,” Hermione replied, making him look at her in shock. “Being aware of you having a magical inheritance makes me observant as well.”
Severus Snape, who had been quiet up until this moment, snickered with mirth at her answer. “I thought you knew better than to harass a know it all, Regulus.”
Luna sat silently observing the whole conversation, nodding as she listened carefully in agreement. Sitting and sulking was Ginny Weasley. She was flicking food from time to time at Hermione, who easily made the food rebound and hit the girl in the head. Since Ginny wasn’t making conversation nor was anyone paying close attention to her, no one took note of the peas, several bites of mutton, and more than a few splatterings of mashed potatoes with gravy plastered to her head and face. When it was noticed, Luna handed her a cloth napkin.
“You have something on your face,” she murmured. “You might want to clean up a bit.”
“This is your fault!” she accused Hermione.
“Oh yes, it’s all my fault,” Hermione said dryly. “One of your uncles might have gotten a girl pregnant, one or both of my birth parents gets killed in the first war, I get adopted by a loving muggle born couple thus being insulted nearly on a daily basis because of it, I inherit magical gifts that I had not asked for, and your ex-boyfriend is gay, but it’s my fault.” She looked over to Lucius. “Did I miss anything?”
“No, love,” he muttered, looking over to Ginny for the first time since the supper began. “Why is she covered in her meal?”
“Perhaps she wanted to attract attention to herself?” Luna asked. “Children often do the silliest things to garner…”
“I am not a child!” Ginny screamed.
“Funny. You’re behaving like one,” Severus said, iron in his tones. “Cease this adolescent behavior at once, Miss Weasley.” With a wave of his hand, Ginny was cleaned of the food on her. “You will be given a new plate of food. Do something new and trendy—it’s called eating.” Her plate was replace with a full one. “And do stop your sulking. It’s unbecoming in a witch your age.”
***
It was during the after meal fire whiskey that Hermione pulled out the picture that was with her adoption papers.
Handing it over to Regulus, she asked, “Do you know her?”
He took the photo, staring at it. His hand began to tremble, looking back up to Hermione. “It’s my sister. Where did you get this picture?”
“Your sister? Are you certain?” Hermione pressed.
“Of course I am! She was born a squib and she was sent away. Her name wasn’t even put onto the family tree as a result,” he whispered, sounding heart broken. “Where did you get this photo?” But then he just stared into her eyes a moment. “You have her eyes.” He looked over to Lucius. “What is this about?”
“It would appear that your sister had a child,” his friend told him as kindly as he could. “A girl by the name of Hermione.”
He looked back over to her, studying her this time far more closely. “My sister’s hair was more wild.”
“Without the grooming potions, mine would be a nest of curls, knots and tangles,” Hermione said, looking over to Lucius. “I must reiterate that I hope that our children get your teeth and hair.”
“Teeth?” Regulus asked quietly. “What was wrong with yours?”
“One of the worst overbites seen by man or wizard alike,” Severus answered dryly.
“No, that would have been Ursula,” he whispered, looking towards Hermione. “Your mother.”
***
Lucius walked into his bedroom and watched Hermione at her vanity as she absently rubbed lotion into her flushed, still dewy, clean skin. He went over to her, kissing her neck.
“What has you so upset, love?” he asked quietly against her ear. “Are you thinking about how you are now my ex-wife’s cousin?”
She laughed to herself. “That wasn’t even on the list.” Hermione turned her head slightly. “Can you please put some of this lotion on my back?”
“Of course,” he murmured, taking some from her. “Then you must be wondering what exactly Severus has planned for Miss Weasley.”
“I’m fairly positive that copious amounts of points will be removed as well as some of the most revolting potions work will more than likely be involved. That’s usually what he does,” she said, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch as he massaged the moisturizer into her back. “Or if she has thoroughly pissed him off, expel her from the school. Hmm, Lucius, has anyone told you that your hands are magical?”
“Not lately,” he growled against her ear.
“Remind me to tell you later?” she asked him, stretching lazily as she stood up from her seat.
“Very funny witch,” he murmured, watching her as she went over to the bed. “Then do tell, what has you so deep into your thoughts?”
She turned to face him. “How in the name of Merlin are we going to explain to Molly Weasley that I may very well be her niece?”
Lucius had totally forgotten about that gem of information. His mind went blank and he spoke the only two words that came to mind.
“Well, shit.”
***
It's time once again for the review sing-a-long! Yesterday's answer was "Don't Phunk with My Heart" by the Black Eyed Peas. Cookies go out to Laur and Tenar10r. Somewhat melted chocolate chips (sorry, we're having a heat wave here in L.A.) go out to Femme Bono, who got the name of the group, but totally forgot to tell me the name of the song! If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
And here it is, the next song on our hit parade! I don't own this song either. "So no one told you that reviews were goin' to be that way (clap! clap! clap! clap!)" So you want a clue, huh? Okay, but I'm telling you that if we were FRIENDS you would get it. Get it? Got it? Good. Have a fantastically fantastic day!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
***
Chapter Twenty-five
“I couldn’t stand Draco’s moaning for another minute longer,” Regulus said casually, as he was cutting his lamb. “So I brought him back here if only to save my own sanity.” He took a bite of the tender medium rare meat he was eating. “Go ahead and ask, Miss Granger. I know you are dying of curiosity.”
“Where have you been all this time and why didn’t Kretcher know that you were still alive?” she asked. “It’s been over twenty years and yet everyone, with the exception of Lucius, thought you were dead.”
He flicked a look over to her. “After barely making it out alive from getting the locket, I magically divorced myself from the family.” Regulus sighed heavily, taking a sip of his wine. “I thought it was for the best if no one thought I was alive.”
“Then how did Lucius…” She stopped and looked over to the tall blond sitting at the head of the table. “You healed him after he drank the poison to retrieve the locket, didn’t you?”
Lucius smiled, looking over to Regulus. “That I did, love.”
“So that was how you were able to, uh, convince him to train Draco?” she inquired. “That also means that you have an inheritance as well, does this not?”
“Smart,” Regulus muttered. “It still doesn’t make her the smartest witch of her age.”
“No, receiving the highest NEWT scores in well over one thousand years makes me so,” Hermione replied, making him look at her in shock. “Being aware of you having a magical inheritance makes me observant as well.”
Severus Snape, who had been quiet up until this moment, snickered with mirth at her answer. “I thought you knew better than to harass a know it all, Regulus.”
Luna sat silently observing the whole conversation, nodding as she listened carefully in agreement. Sitting and sulking was Ginny Weasley. She was flicking food from time to time at Hermione, who easily made the food rebound and hit the girl in the head. Since Ginny wasn’t making conversation nor was anyone paying close attention to her, no one took note of the peas, several bites of mutton, and more than a few splatterings of mashed potatoes with gravy plastered to her head and face. When it was noticed, Luna handed her a cloth napkin.
“You have something on your face,” she murmured. “You might want to clean up a bit.”
“This is your fault!” she accused Hermione.
“Oh yes, it’s all my fault,” Hermione said dryly. “One of your uncles might have gotten a girl pregnant, one or both of my birth parents gets killed in the first war, I get adopted by a loving muggle born couple thus being insulted nearly on a daily basis because of it, I inherit magical gifts that I had not asked for, and your ex-boyfriend is gay, but it’s my fault.” She looked over to Lucius. “Did I miss anything?”
“No, love,” he muttered, looking over to Ginny for the first time since the supper began. “Why is she covered in her meal?”
“Perhaps she wanted to attract attention to herself?” Luna asked. “Children often do the silliest things to garner…”
“I am not a child!” Ginny screamed.
“Funny. You’re behaving like one,” Severus said, iron in his tones. “Cease this adolescent behavior at once, Miss Weasley.” With a wave of his hand, Ginny was cleaned of the food on her. “You will be given a new plate of food. Do something new and trendy—it’s called eating.” Her plate was replace with a full one. “And do stop your sulking. It’s unbecoming in a witch your age.”
***
It was during the after meal fire whiskey that Hermione pulled out the picture that was with her adoption papers.
Handing it over to Regulus, she asked, “Do you know her?”
He took the photo, staring at it. His hand began to tremble, looking back up to Hermione. “It’s my sister. Where did you get this picture?”
“Your sister? Are you certain?” Hermione pressed.
“Of course I am! She was born a squib and she was sent away. Her name wasn’t even put onto the family tree as a result,” he whispered, sounding heart broken. “Where did you get this photo?” But then he just stared into her eyes a moment. “You have her eyes.” He looked over to Lucius. “What is this about?”
“It would appear that your sister had a child,” his friend told him as kindly as he could. “A girl by the name of Hermione.”
He looked back over to her, studying her this time far more closely. “My sister’s hair was more wild.”
“Without the grooming potions, mine would be a nest of curls, knots and tangles,” Hermione said, looking over to Lucius. “I must reiterate that I hope that our children get your teeth and hair.”
“Teeth?” Regulus asked quietly. “What was wrong with yours?”
“One of the worst overbites seen by man or wizard alike,” Severus answered dryly.
“No, that would have been Ursula,” he whispered, looking towards Hermione. “Your mother.”
***
Lucius walked into his bedroom and watched Hermione at her vanity as she absently rubbed lotion into her flushed, still dewy, clean skin. He went over to her, kissing her neck.
“What has you so upset, love?” he asked quietly against her ear. “Are you thinking about how you are now my ex-wife’s cousin?”
She laughed to herself. “That wasn’t even on the list.” Hermione turned her head slightly. “Can you please put some of this lotion on my back?”
“Of course,” he murmured, taking some from her. “Then you must be wondering what exactly Severus has planned for Miss Weasley.”
“I’m fairly positive that copious amounts of points will be removed as well as some of the most revolting potions work will more than likely be involved. That’s usually what he does,” she said, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch as he massaged the moisturizer into her back. “Or if she has thoroughly pissed him off, expel her from the school. Hmm, Lucius, has anyone told you that your hands are magical?”
“Not lately,” he growled against her ear.
“Remind me to tell you later?” she asked him, stretching lazily as she stood up from her seat.
“Very funny witch,” he murmured, watching her as she went over to the bed. “Then do tell, what has you so deep into your thoughts?”
She turned to face him. “How in the name of Merlin are we going to explain to Molly Weasley that I may very well be her niece?”
Lucius had totally forgotten about that gem of information. His mind went blank and he spoke the only two words that came to mind.
“Well, shit.”
***
It's time once again for the review sing-a-long! Yesterday's answer was "Don't Phunk with My Heart" by the Black Eyed Peas. Cookies go out to Laur and Tenar10r. Somewhat melted chocolate chips (sorry, we're having a heat wave here in L.A.) go out to Femme Bono, who got the name of the group, but totally forgot to tell me the name of the song! If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
And here it is, the next song on our hit parade! I don't own this song either. "So no one told you that reviews were goin' to be that way (clap! clap! clap! clap!)" So you want a clue, huh? Okay, but I'm telling you that if we were FRIENDS you would get it. Get it? Got it? Good. Have a fantastically fantastic day!