The legacy of the Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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9,223
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39
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Lucius Malfoy
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 5 - Lucius Malfoy
Hermione must have bruised her knuckles hammering on the door to the Room of Requirement. Her hand was still in the air when the door opened. She was still out of breath from rushing up the stairs and her cheeks had taken on a pink glow. They took on an even pinker tinge as she looked up at the wizard in front of her.
Lucius Malfoy stood before her, looking down his majestic nose, grey eyes meeting hers and mouth drawn up in a smirk. Gods! He was striking! He was dressed in his finest crimson lined robes under which he wore a dark patterned long waistcoat buttoned up to the neck, where it met a silk cravat, held in place by a deep green jewel.
Hermione momentarily forgot her anger as his presence washed over her like a calm sea.
“Why don’t you come in, Professor?”
She entered. The room had a dungeon-like feel but had bookshelves, a large desk with formal chairs on either side of it, a leather sofa and large rug in front of the gently burning fire.
“Please sit down, there is something I wish to discuss with you.”
Hermione snapped out of her trance, her anger returning and flushing her face even further. “I don’t think there is any need for you to talk to me actually, since you’ve driven away the first man I have ever really cared for…” Her voice escalated and fire flashed in her eyes.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, his smirk increasing. Wow! She was gorgeous, all fired up like this.
“Temper, temper, Miss Granger!” He spoke coolly, preferring not to reveal the lust that was beginning to burn in his own body.
Bastard! He was infuriatingly calm and collected.
“I think perhaps you need a drink. A sweet sherry maybe?”
“Scotch! – Neat!”
Again an eyebrow rose. ‘Promising,’ thought Lucius, ‘a girl who knows how to drink!’
He felt his loins quiver in anticipation, but had to remind himself that ‘it’ was probably not on the cards tonight.
He poured two glasses from the decanter on a side table and handed one to Hermione. She drained the glass then flung it at Lucius, who dodged, allowing the glass to shatter on the wall behind him. ‘Interesting,’ he mused, ‘we seem to have a few things in common.’
“I could report you for that vicious attack Miss Granger! Tut tut!”
“What the hell gives you the right to interfere in my life?”
“I believe the title is Chair of Governors!”
“That’s bullshit!” Hermione’s anger rose again as Lucius handed her a fresh glass of scotch and began sipping his own. She swallowed the amber liquid, the alcohol coursing through her undernourished body, flowed straight to her head. Lucius moved behind her and held his hands out for her cloak. Oh. She hadn’t planned on taking it off. She unfastened the clasp and he lifted it off her, throwing it over the formal chair, which was designated for the interviewee.
Instead of the formal chair, she sat down on the sofa. “How the hell did you know about Severus and me anyway?” His gentlemanly gesture had calmed her but her voice was still interrogative.
Lucius sat his scotch on the desk and walked over to the sofa. Sitting at the other end of the sofa, facing her, he surveyed her delicate features, her full rounded breasts and hips, her shapely legs…
In her efforts to dress quickly and disregard for the capacity for formality of the occasion she had merely pulled on a tight ribbed sweater and leggings before donning her robes.
“Well, really it was obvious. You of course knew about your duplicated diary – that much I know from having talked to Severus. But what you don’t know is that the diary was duplicated with dark magic…”
“By you?”
“No, Dumbledore – but necessity of duplication of such a text rarely has honourable uses, so Dumbledore engaged a ‘friend’ of mine to assist him. For a considerable fee, I managed to obtain a copy. I knew then your thoughts and dreams. The three diaries were all connected, so when mine caught fire I knew it could only mean that one or both of the others had been purposely burned. The only reason for that would be if there was no longer a need to dream about such things.”
Hermione thought about her own copy of the diary – she couldn’t even remember where it was and only hoped its self-destruction hadn’t caused too much devastation.
She stared at the blond wizard. In black imposing robes and impeccable grooming he cut an impressive figure. She looked into his eyes. So he had read her diary! Her face flushed crimson with realisation. He picked up on it immediately. “Oh, don’t worry Miss Granger, your secrets are safe with me!” He smirked.
He rose, collecting her glass and taking it over to the table to refill it. Hermione sat on the sofa stunned at what she was hearing and not knowing quite how to feel.
“But why do we have to end our relationship? You don’t really think it’s a danger to the school?” She took the proffered glass and drank again.
“Of course not Hermione – er may I call you Hermione?” He did not wait for a reply. “I just think you can do so much better.”
Lucius smirked again and resumed his seat on the sofa, this time closer to Hermione.
Hermione’s mind was beginning to fog. The crying, the lack ofd thd that day and now, consumption of alcohol were beginning to take their toll on her reasoning and judgement. She stared at the floor, following the paisley pattern on the rug, round and round in a dream like state.
Suddenly she was aware of a finger under her chin. It lifted her chin and turned her face. Before she could raise any objection she felt the supple lips of Lucius Malfoy pressing hard against her own. Her eyes closed.
~~~xx~~~
By Luciusfan
Chapter 5 - Lucius Malfoy
Hermione must have bruised her knuckles hammering on the door to the Room of Requirement. Her hand was still in the air when the door opened. She was still out of breath from rushing up the stairs and her cheeks had taken on a pink glow. They took on an even pinker tinge as she looked up at the wizard in front of her.
Lucius Malfoy stood before her, looking down his majestic nose, grey eyes meeting hers and mouth drawn up in a smirk. Gods! He was striking! He was dressed in his finest crimson lined robes under which he wore a dark patterned long waistcoat buttoned up to the neck, where it met a silk cravat, held in place by a deep green jewel.
Hermione momentarily forgot her anger as his presence washed over her like a calm sea.
“Why don’t you come in, Professor?”
She entered. The room had a dungeon-like feel but had bookshelves, a large desk with formal chairs on either side of it, a leather sofa and large rug in front of the gently burning fire.
“Please sit down, there is something I wish to discuss with you.”
Hermione snapped out of her trance, her anger returning and flushing her face even further. “I don’t think there is any need for you to talk to me actually, since you’ve driven away the first man I have ever really cared for…” Her voice escalated and fire flashed in her eyes.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, his smirk increasing. Wow! She was gorgeous, all fired up like this.
“Temper, temper, Miss Granger!” He spoke coolly, preferring not to reveal the lust that was beginning to burn in his own body.
Bastard! He was infuriatingly calm and collected.
“I think perhaps you need a drink. A sweet sherry maybe?”
“Scotch! – Neat!”
Again an eyebrow rose. ‘Promising,’ thought Lucius, ‘a girl who knows how to drink!’
He felt his loins quiver in anticipation, but had to remind himself that ‘it’ was probably not on the cards tonight.
He poured two glasses from the decanter on a side table and handed one to Hermione. She drained the glass then flung it at Lucius, who dodged, allowing the glass to shatter on the wall behind him. ‘Interesting,’ he mused, ‘we seem to have a few things in common.’
“I could report you for that vicious attack Miss Granger! Tut tut!”
“What the hell gives you the right to interfere in my life?”
“I believe the title is Chair of Governors!”
“That’s bullshit!” Hermione’s anger rose again as Lucius handed her a fresh glass of scotch and began sipping his own. She swallowed the amber liquid, the alcohol coursing through her undernourished body, flowed straight to her head. Lucius moved behind her and held his hands out for her cloak. Oh. She hadn’t planned on taking it off. She unfastened the clasp and he lifted it off her, throwing it over the formal chair, which was designated for the interviewee.
Instead of the formal chair, she sat down on the sofa. “How the hell did you know about Severus and me anyway?” His gentlemanly gesture had calmed her but her voice was still interrogative.
Lucius sat his scotch on the desk and walked over to the sofa. Sitting at the other end of the sofa, facing her, he surveyed her delicate features, her full rounded breasts and hips, her shapely legs…
In her efforts to dress quickly and disregard for the capacity for formality of the occasion she had merely pulled on a tight ribbed sweater and leggings before donning her robes.
“Well, really it was obvious. You of course knew about your duplicated diary – that much I know from having talked to Severus. But what you don’t know is that the diary was duplicated with dark magic…”
“By you?”
“No, Dumbledore – but necessity of duplication of such a text rarely has honourable uses, so Dumbledore engaged a ‘friend’ of mine to assist him. For a considerable fee, I managed to obtain a copy. I knew then your thoughts and dreams. The three diaries were all connected, so when mine caught fire I knew it could only mean that one or both of the others had been purposely burned. The only reason for that would be if there was no longer a need to dream about such things.”
Hermione thought about her own copy of the diary – she couldn’t even remember where it was and only hoped its self-destruction hadn’t caused too much devastation.
She stared at the blond wizard. In black imposing robes and impeccable grooming he cut an impressive figure. She looked into his eyes. So he had read her diary! Her face flushed crimson with realisation. He picked up on it immediately. “Oh, don’t worry Miss Granger, your secrets are safe with me!” He smirked.
He rose, collecting her glass and taking it over to the table to refill it. Hermione sat on the sofa stunned at what she was hearing and not knowing quite how to feel.
“But why do we have to end our relationship? You don’t really think it’s a danger to the school?” She took the proffered glass and drank again.
“Of course not Hermione – er may I call you Hermione?” He did not wait for a reply. “I just think you can do so much better.”
Lucius smirked again and resumed his seat on the sofa, this time closer to Hermione.
Hermione’s mind was beginning to fog. The crying, the lack ofd thd that day and now, consumption of alcohol were beginning to take their toll on her reasoning and judgement. She stared at the floor, following the paisley pattern on the rug, round and round in a dream like state.
Suddenly she was aware of a finger under her chin. It lifted her chin and turned her face. Before she could raise any objection she felt the supple lips of Lucius Malfoy pressing hard against her own. Her eyes closed.
~~~xx~~~