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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Turning Moon
Thank you to everyone still reading and reviewing. I sincerely appreciate it.
On a less pleasant note: PLEASE do not ask me for N/C fics in any way, shape or form. I absolutely will NOT write one and I refuse to read anything with that tag on it. It is a vile, horrible act of control and violence that love or even lust most of the time has nothing whatsoever to do with. I deal with the effects of it on real people almost daily and it is a horror few get over without YEARS of counseling. So, please, just don\'t ask me. Okay, I\'ll get off my soapbox now that I\'ve scared off my remaining readers. *sigh*
I hope everyone enjoys.
***
“Narcissa! If this door remains unopened in the next ten seconds I swear to the gods I will Bombarda it to splinters!” Lucius bellowed at the heavy oak portal.
The door swung open a few seconds later to reveal the former Mrs. Malfoy. Lucius cocked his head to the side and studied her for a moment. Were he to admit it to himself, she truly was beautiful. Even nearing fifty as she was, it would have been impossible to tell unless you were aware of it. That had nothing to do with anti aging potions or anything of that nature, it was simply good breeding. He could easily determine what other men saw in her.
At the moment, however, she was far from the cool and removed woman he knew. If looks could have killed Lucius would have been dead on the ground in that instant.
“What is it you want, Lucius?” she asked.
“Where is he?”
“Where is whom, Lucius?”
“You know perfectly well whom. Liren.”
Narcissa blinked owlishly at him. “I’m sure his body is still in the family crypt.”
Lucius snorted. “Hardly. He’s been missing for weeks now.”
“Why would you be looking for his body here, Lucius? I certainly haven’t any interest in necrophilia or any other kind of disgusting and depraved sexual acts. Unlike certain others I know.”
Lucius glared at her for the nasty little dig about his sex life. “Let’s leave my sexual forays out of this shall we, Narcissa. I’m looking for my brother.”
“Lucius, I believe the pressures of work and your lifestyle have finally taken their toll on your aging mind. Again, why would you be looking for his body here?”
“I’m not looking for his body. I’m looking for him. He’s alive.”
Narcissa stared at him as though he’d lost every last functioning brain cell in his head. “You’ve truly gone mad, Lucius. You were there when he died and so was I.”
***
Hermione had been in her office for all of ten minutes, sifting through the files on the Dawn Morris case as well as the new one, when Kingsley walked in. She looked up at him and instantly braced for impact when she saw who was standing slightly behind him. Harry. Her heart sank a little more as Kingsley began to speak in a very kind tone of voice.
“Hermione, I want you to give the Morris case files over to Harry,” he said, not making eye contact with her. “You and Draco are too close to the case and the Wizengamot had determined that it would be better if someone impartial took it over.”
She nodded, feeling mildly ill at the moment. “Of course. I’ll see to it the files are in Harry’s office by morning,” she said, turning toward the filing cabinet and effectively dismissing them.
“Yes, well, I’ll leave you to it then,” Kingsley said.
Hermione heard the door to her office shut and sighed heavily, letting her shoulders slump. Running a slightly shaking hand across her forehead she turned to find Harry still standing in her office.
“I can’t give you the files right now since they’re incomplete,” she said briskly. “You’ll just have to wait until Malfoy and I can compile all the evidence we have together.”
“This isn’t about the case, Mione. It’s personal,” Harry said, fidgeting slightly and sounding more than a little nervous.
Hermione thought it stood to reason he’d be nervous talking to her about anything since they really hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences to one another these past ten years. Not since she and Ron had broken up for good and he’d taken Ron’s part over hers without even bothering to hear her side of things. She sat down behind her desk and looked expectantly up at him. This made him fidget even more since she had perfected the art of not blinking to intimidate suspects.
Harry sighed and sat down in the chair across from her desk. He put his head in his hands and glanced up at her over the top of his glasses.
“I’m sorry, Mione,” he said quietly.
“For what?”
He shrugged. “Everything. Taking Ron’s side over yours without hearing you out. Ignoring attempts you made to contact me or Gin. Being an ass in general. Everything.”
“Ginny didn’t ignore them,” Hermione pointed out.
“I know. You’ve had tea once a week for the past ten years.”
“So, why talk to me about this now?” Hermione said, leaning back a little to look at him better from a different perspective.
“Because Ginny is pregnant and wants you to be the godmother of our child. So do I, for that matter.”
“I see,” she said slowly. She tried to ignore the leap of hope her heart had made at his words. “I’ll talk to Ginny about it when we meet for tea at the end of the week.”
“What about you and I, Hermione?” Harry asked.
Hermione sighed heavily and shook her head a little. “I’m not entirely sure I trust anything you say, Harry. I’m sorry. I’d love to be able to go back to the way things were between us at Hogwarts but I don’t think I have it in me just now.”
Harry hung his head a little and stood up. “For whatever it’s worth, Hermione, I do understand. I can’t take back what was said and done but I’d like to hope we can be better from here on out.”
“I’d like to hope that as well, Harry,” she said, watching him walk out and close the door behind him.
“So, it’s Potter then?” Draco’s voice said from the shadows of the room.
“Malfoy! You scared me out of my skin,” Hermione grumbled.
“Hmmm. Looks like you’re still wearing it far better than the last victim was. I gather Potter is taking over these cases.”
Hermione sighed. “Yes. He is.”
“Hmmm. We’ll have to give him everything we’ve gathered up until now.”
“Yes.” Hermione looked up at him and found a sneaky little smirk on his lips. “Of course,” she said, nodding to show she understood. “Everything up until now.”
On a less pleasant note: PLEASE do not ask me for N/C fics in any way, shape or form. I absolutely will NOT write one and I refuse to read anything with that tag on it. It is a vile, horrible act of control and violence that love or even lust most of the time has nothing whatsoever to do with. I deal with the effects of it on real people almost daily and it is a horror few get over without YEARS of counseling. So, please, just don\'t ask me. Okay, I\'ll get off my soapbox now that I\'ve scared off my remaining readers. *sigh*
I hope everyone enjoys.
***
“Narcissa! If this door remains unopened in the next ten seconds I swear to the gods I will Bombarda it to splinters!” Lucius bellowed at the heavy oak portal.
The door swung open a few seconds later to reveal the former Mrs. Malfoy. Lucius cocked his head to the side and studied her for a moment. Were he to admit it to himself, she truly was beautiful. Even nearing fifty as she was, it would have been impossible to tell unless you were aware of it. That had nothing to do with anti aging potions or anything of that nature, it was simply good breeding. He could easily determine what other men saw in her.
At the moment, however, she was far from the cool and removed woman he knew. If looks could have killed Lucius would have been dead on the ground in that instant.
“What is it you want, Lucius?” she asked.
“Where is he?”
“Where is whom, Lucius?”
“You know perfectly well whom. Liren.”
Narcissa blinked owlishly at him. “I’m sure his body is still in the family crypt.”
Lucius snorted. “Hardly. He’s been missing for weeks now.”
“Why would you be looking for his body here, Lucius? I certainly haven’t any interest in necrophilia or any other kind of disgusting and depraved sexual acts. Unlike certain others I know.”
Lucius glared at her for the nasty little dig about his sex life. “Let’s leave my sexual forays out of this shall we, Narcissa. I’m looking for my brother.”
“Lucius, I believe the pressures of work and your lifestyle have finally taken their toll on your aging mind. Again, why would you be looking for his body here?”
“I’m not looking for his body. I’m looking for him. He’s alive.”
Narcissa stared at him as though he’d lost every last functioning brain cell in his head. “You’ve truly gone mad, Lucius. You were there when he died and so was I.”
***
Hermione had been in her office for all of ten minutes, sifting through the files on the Dawn Morris case as well as the new one, when Kingsley walked in. She looked up at him and instantly braced for impact when she saw who was standing slightly behind him. Harry. Her heart sank a little more as Kingsley began to speak in a very kind tone of voice.
“Hermione, I want you to give the Morris case files over to Harry,” he said, not making eye contact with her. “You and Draco are too close to the case and the Wizengamot had determined that it would be better if someone impartial took it over.”
She nodded, feeling mildly ill at the moment. “Of course. I’ll see to it the files are in Harry’s office by morning,” she said, turning toward the filing cabinet and effectively dismissing them.
“Yes, well, I’ll leave you to it then,” Kingsley said.
Hermione heard the door to her office shut and sighed heavily, letting her shoulders slump. Running a slightly shaking hand across her forehead she turned to find Harry still standing in her office.
“I can’t give you the files right now since they’re incomplete,” she said briskly. “You’ll just have to wait until Malfoy and I can compile all the evidence we have together.”
“This isn’t about the case, Mione. It’s personal,” Harry said, fidgeting slightly and sounding more than a little nervous.
Hermione thought it stood to reason he’d be nervous talking to her about anything since they really hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences to one another these past ten years. Not since she and Ron had broken up for good and he’d taken Ron’s part over hers without even bothering to hear her side of things. She sat down behind her desk and looked expectantly up at him. This made him fidget even more since she had perfected the art of not blinking to intimidate suspects.
Harry sighed and sat down in the chair across from her desk. He put his head in his hands and glanced up at her over the top of his glasses.
“I’m sorry, Mione,” he said quietly.
“For what?”
He shrugged. “Everything. Taking Ron’s side over yours without hearing you out. Ignoring attempts you made to contact me or Gin. Being an ass in general. Everything.”
“Ginny didn’t ignore them,” Hermione pointed out.
“I know. You’ve had tea once a week for the past ten years.”
“So, why talk to me about this now?” Hermione said, leaning back a little to look at him better from a different perspective.
“Because Ginny is pregnant and wants you to be the godmother of our child. So do I, for that matter.”
“I see,” she said slowly. She tried to ignore the leap of hope her heart had made at his words. “I’ll talk to Ginny about it when we meet for tea at the end of the week.”
“What about you and I, Hermione?” Harry asked.
Hermione sighed heavily and shook her head a little. “I’m not entirely sure I trust anything you say, Harry. I’m sorry. I’d love to be able to go back to the way things were between us at Hogwarts but I don’t think I have it in me just now.”
Harry hung his head a little and stood up. “For whatever it’s worth, Hermione, I do understand. I can’t take back what was said and done but I’d like to hope we can be better from here on out.”
“I’d like to hope that as well, Harry,” she said, watching him walk out and close the door behind him.
“So, it’s Potter then?” Draco’s voice said from the shadows of the room.
“Malfoy! You scared me out of my skin,” Hermione grumbled.
“Hmmm. Looks like you’re still wearing it far better than the last victim was. I gather Potter is taking over these cases.”
Hermione sighed. “Yes. He is.”
“Hmmm. We’ll have to give him everything we’ve gathered up until now.”
“Yes.” Hermione looked up at him and found a sneaky little smirk on his lips. “Of course,” she said, nodding to show she understood. “Everything up until now.”