Losing No More Time
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult ++
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10
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11,137
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49
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Chapter III
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Chapter III
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Hermione tucked the book she borrowed from the library into her bag as she walked down the first floor corridor.
“Hermione, may I have a word with you please?” Professor McGonagall said as Hermione walked by the Transfiguration professor’s study on the first floor.
“Yes,” Hermione said, walking into the study.
“Please sit down. I was hoping we might have a cup of tea. The headmaster just informed me about our new exchange student and I wanted to discuss that with you.”
“Yes, the headmaster asked me to show him around as he is a Gryffindor.”
“Mr. Malfoy, I believe,” McGonagall said, smiling as she poured them each a cup of tea, “Cream or sugar?”
“No, thank you,” Hermione said, taking the offered red cup with a Gryffindor coat-of-arms on it.
“I don’t want to insult you in any way,” Professor McGonagall began. “But I think he will have trouble fitting into Gryffindor House. I would like you to try to be his friend. I think it would be good for both of you.”
“But he is surely just like the rest of them,” Hermione said, setting her cup down with a slight shake as a sudden memory crashed into her mind: a pair of furious silver eyes and a sparkling jet of red light barely missing her head.
“I think you would be surprised. Just give him a chance, Dear. I think you will be surprised. Surely, there must be something about him that pleases you. I remember having quite a crush on Abraxas when I went to school with him.”
“Is this all, Professor? I promised him that I would pick him up and take him back to Gryffindor Tower,” Hermione said, the cup in her saucer shaking a little as she set it on Professor McGonagall’s desk.
“Yes, go on. Just give him a chance.”
“I’ll try, but he is a Malfoy.”
“His circumstances are different than the Malfoys you’ve known,” McGonagall said.
Hermione nodded and slipped out the door with a smile at her favorite teacher and Head of House.
She walked slowly down the stairs (being careful to hop the vanishing one this time). She walked into the hall where she saw Lucius sitting away from the other Gryffindors. He was casting nasty looks at the staff table from time to time.
Several Gryffindor girls stared at him openly as he daintily cut a piece of medium steak and placed the small piece in his mouth. He placed the silverware on the plate neatly and set it back. He sighed. He looked around and noticed girls at several tables staring at him including some of the Slytherins. He winked at them as he shoved his hair back lifting his chin before releasing it.
The girls giggled, and Lucius looked away rolling his eyes before he stood and walked to a window in the Great Hall and stared out it.
“Students, may I have your attention?” Snape said, standing up. All the students were silent as he continued. He motioned to Lucius to come up to the front and step up onto the dias. “As the witches have clearly noticed, we have a transfer student here from Durmstrang, Mr. Adonis Malfoy. He was sorted into Gryffindor. I expect you all to make him feel welcome.”
Lucius turned to the rest of the Great Hall, cocking his head and shoving his shoulder length hair back smirking broadly.
Witches squealed a little and collapsed to giggles.
Hermione rolled her eyes standing in the doorway.
Lucius straightened when he saw her and quickly walked straight down the Hall to her side. He took her hand and bowed kissing it to the answering squeals and coos and awes of the rest of the witches.
Hermione withdrew her hand from his but politely didn’t wipe her hand on her skirt as she desired.
“Miss Granger,” Lucius said, batting his eyes at her.
“Malfoy,” she said, walking to the table and sitting down at the end away from the other students.
“We agreed that you would call me Adonis,” Lucius said, sliding onto the bench across from her and sitting up straight except for the tilt of his head.
“Adonis, what do you want?” Hermione asked, serving herself a piece of steak and kidney pie.
“I want to get caught up so I can do well in classes. I was top of my class when I came here. I don’t want my grades to suffer or to not do well on my N.E.W.T.s,” he said, looking scandalized at the thought. He had graduated at the top in 1973. There was no reason he couldn’t stomp flat the little pukes that were attending the school now. He hadn’t had competition.
Hermione smiled then.
“Well, I suppose we should get started tonight, then,” Hermione said, stabbing a piece of her steak and kidney pie.
Lucius smiled back.
“What classes are you taking?” Lucius said. “Which do you like?”
“I’m taking Advanced Potions, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology, and I like them all equally.”
“I have all those classes as well,” he said, placing one hand on top of the other on the table in front of him while his elbows rested back near his sides. “I really enjoy Defense, Transfiguration, Charms and Arithmancy. Who are the professors here?”
Hermione pointed out the teachers at the Head table and told Lucius a little about them. He watched her with rapt attention as she spoke to him. Hermione blushed as she noticed him nodding and watching her.
Lucius smiled at and leaned forward looking at her lips for a minute.
Hermione leaned back from him.
“What do you want to start on?” she asked, tilting her head a little.
“Whatever is best for you is fine with me,” Lucius said. “I am a fast learner so I should be able to keep up with you, I hope.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Hermione said, smirking at him as she downed the rest of her pumpkin juice. “I could take my N.E.W.T.s now and have above perfect marks.”
Lucius leaned forward and flashing his silver eyes at her, said, “So could I.”
“Then you really shouldn’t need my help except to get to classes,” Hermione said, smirking.
“I need to know where we are, and I need to be sure that I am as prepared as I believe I am,” he said, raising an authoritative finger. “I want to have the top grades.”
“Well, I assure you that I will have the top grades,” Hermione said. “I have had every year.”
“But I wasn’t in competition with you,” Lucius said. “I have never been second to anyone.”
“So are you and Draco twins?” Hermione asked, grabbing a treacle tart and wrapping it in a napkin as she stood up.
Lucius rose to his feet and took a place at her left side as they exited the Great Hall. He cocked his head, and then realized that Draco must be the other Malfoy she’d known.
“Yes, I came out first.”
“Why didn’t you both attend Hogwarts?”
“My mother and father worried about you-know-who, so I was sent away to school. They wanted to make sure one Malfoy survived the chaos.”
“That’s terrible, so Draco was left here to be a sacrifice?”
“No, Draco is very loved, and he couldn’t take being far away from mother and father. They would cause neither of us distress,” Lucius said, falling silent. “They wanted him kept close as he was a rather sickly child, and prone to accidents.”
His son came to the past and kidnapped him and brought him forward, but why? Well, it was likely to be his son. How many children were named Draco? It was a fine name. Too fine for one who was not a Malfoy.
“Do you want to go to one of the study rooms in the library?” Hermione asked, patting her bag. “I have some homework that we can do. Of course, I’m two weeks ahead. So I suppose I should start back with what is due tomorrow for you.”
“Surely, I am not accountable for that,” Lucius said, looking interested. “At least not right away. And I like to keep equally well ahead.”
Hermione lifted her chin as her eyes narrowed, “It would be highly impressive to the professors if you did, but I suppose you really don’t care about having the top marks.”
“Of course I do!” Lucius said, straightening up and stretching to his full six foot two and a half inch height. “I just don’t see how I could accomplish the work at my level with such a short time. I don’t want to start off with them thinking I am incompetent.”
“Well then, we better get to it,” Hermione said, leading him down the hallway to the library.
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Here was Chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed it. Just curious, but would you all prefer longer chapters?
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Chapter III
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Hermione tucked the book she borrowed from the library into her bag as she walked down the first floor corridor.
“Hermione, may I have a word with you please?” Professor McGonagall said as Hermione walked by the Transfiguration professor’s study on the first floor.
“Yes,” Hermione said, walking into the study.
“Please sit down. I was hoping we might have a cup of tea. The headmaster just informed me about our new exchange student and I wanted to discuss that with you.”
“Yes, the headmaster asked me to show him around as he is a Gryffindor.”
“Mr. Malfoy, I believe,” McGonagall said, smiling as she poured them each a cup of tea, “Cream or sugar?”
“No, thank you,” Hermione said, taking the offered red cup with a Gryffindor coat-of-arms on it.
“I don’t want to insult you in any way,” Professor McGonagall began. “But I think he will have trouble fitting into Gryffindor House. I would like you to try to be his friend. I think it would be good for both of you.”
“But he is surely just like the rest of them,” Hermione said, setting her cup down with a slight shake as a sudden memory crashed into her mind: a pair of furious silver eyes and a sparkling jet of red light barely missing her head.
“I think you would be surprised. Just give him a chance, Dear. I think you will be surprised. Surely, there must be something about him that pleases you. I remember having quite a crush on Abraxas when I went to school with him.”
“Is this all, Professor? I promised him that I would pick him up and take him back to Gryffindor Tower,” Hermione said, the cup in her saucer shaking a little as she set it on Professor McGonagall’s desk.
“Yes, go on. Just give him a chance.”
“I’ll try, but he is a Malfoy.”
“His circumstances are different than the Malfoys you’ve known,” McGonagall said.
Hermione nodded and slipped out the door with a smile at her favorite teacher and Head of House.
She walked slowly down the stairs (being careful to hop the vanishing one this time). She walked into the hall where she saw Lucius sitting away from the other Gryffindors. He was casting nasty looks at the staff table from time to time.
Several Gryffindor girls stared at him openly as he daintily cut a piece of medium steak and placed the small piece in his mouth. He placed the silverware on the plate neatly and set it back. He sighed. He looked around and noticed girls at several tables staring at him including some of the Slytherins. He winked at them as he shoved his hair back lifting his chin before releasing it.
The girls giggled, and Lucius looked away rolling his eyes before he stood and walked to a window in the Great Hall and stared out it.
“Students, may I have your attention?” Snape said, standing up. All the students were silent as he continued. He motioned to Lucius to come up to the front and step up onto the dias. “As the witches have clearly noticed, we have a transfer student here from Durmstrang, Mr. Adonis Malfoy. He was sorted into Gryffindor. I expect you all to make him feel welcome.”
Lucius turned to the rest of the Great Hall, cocking his head and shoving his shoulder length hair back smirking broadly.
Witches squealed a little and collapsed to giggles.
Hermione rolled her eyes standing in the doorway.
Lucius straightened when he saw her and quickly walked straight down the Hall to her side. He took her hand and bowed kissing it to the answering squeals and coos and awes of the rest of the witches.
Hermione withdrew her hand from his but politely didn’t wipe her hand on her skirt as she desired.
“Miss Granger,” Lucius said, batting his eyes at her.
“Malfoy,” she said, walking to the table and sitting down at the end away from the other students.
“We agreed that you would call me Adonis,” Lucius said, sliding onto the bench across from her and sitting up straight except for the tilt of his head.
“Adonis, what do you want?” Hermione asked, serving herself a piece of steak and kidney pie.
“I want to get caught up so I can do well in classes. I was top of my class when I came here. I don’t want my grades to suffer or to not do well on my N.E.W.T.s,” he said, looking scandalized at the thought. He had graduated at the top in 1973. There was no reason he couldn’t stomp flat the little pukes that were attending the school now. He hadn’t had competition.
Hermione smiled then.
“Well, I suppose we should get started tonight, then,” Hermione said, stabbing a piece of her steak and kidney pie.
Lucius smiled back.
“What classes are you taking?” Lucius said. “Which do you like?”
“I’m taking Advanced Potions, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology, and I like them all equally.”
“I have all those classes as well,” he said, placing one hand on top of the other on the table in front of him while his elbows rested back near his sides. “I really enjoy Defense, Transfiguration, Charms and Arithmancy. Who are the professors here?”
Hermione pointed out the teachers at the Head table and told Lucius a little about them. He watched her with rapt attention as she spoke to him. Hermione blushed as she noticed him nodding and watching her.
Lucius smiled at and leaned forward looking at her lips for a minute.
Hermione leaned back from him.
“What do you want to start on?” she asked, tilting her head a little.
“Whatever is best for you is fine with me,” Lucius said. “I am a fast learner so I should be able to keep up with you, I hope.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Hermione said, smirking at him as she downed the rest of her pumpkin juice. “I could take my N.E.W.T.s now and have above perfect marks.”
Lucius leaned forward and flashing his silver eyes at her, said, “So could I.”
“Then you really shouldn’t need my help except to get to classes,” Hermione said, smirking.
“I need to know where we are, and I need to be sure that I am as prepared as I believe I am,” he said, raising an authoritative finger. “I want to have the top grades.”
“Well, I assure you that I will have the top grades,” Hermione said. “I have had every year.”
“But I wasn’t in competition with you,” Lucius said. “I have never been second to anyone.”
“So are you and Draco twins?” Hermione asked, grabbing a treacle tart and wrapping it in a napkin as she stood up.
Lucius rose to his feet and took a place at her left side as they exited the Great Hall. He cocked his head, and then realized that Draco must be the other Malfoy she’d known.
“Yes, I came out first.”
“Why didn’t you both attend Hogwarts?”
“My mother and father worried about you-know-who, so I was sent away to school. They wanted to make sure one Malfoy survived the chaos.”
“That’s terrible, so Draco was left here to be a sacrifice?”
“No, Draco is very loved, and he couldn’t take being far away from mother and father. They would cause neither of us distress,” Lucius said, falling silent. “They wanted him kept close as he was a rather sickly child, and prone to accidents.”
His son came to the past and kidnapped him and brought him forward, but why? Well, it was likely to be his son. How many children were named Draco? It was a fine name. Too fine for one who was not a Malfoy.
“Do you want to go to one of the study rooms in the library?” Hermione asked, patting her bag. “I have some homework that we can do. Of course, I’m two weeks ahead. So I suppose I should start back with what is due tomorrow for you.”
“Surely, I am not accountable for that,” Lucius said, looking interested. “At least not right away. And I like to keep equally well ahead.”
Hermione lifted her chin as her eyes narrowed, “It would be highly impressive to the professors if you did, but I suppose you really don’t care about having the top marks.”
“Of course I do!” Lucius said, straightening up and stretching to his full six foot two and a half inch height. “I just don’t see how I could accomplish the work at my level with such a short time. I don’t want to start off with them thinking I am incompetent.”
“Well then, we better get to it,” Hermione said, leading him down the hallway to the library.
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Here was Chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed it. Just curious, but would you all prefer longer chapters?
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