If You Go Down To The Woods Today

Luciana_Malfoy83: I am sorry for almost murdering you, Luciana; I will try and be less funny in the future. Yeah, poor Lucius eh! Having to put up with that idiot! Oh well... perhaps he’ll stop being childish. Or not, I like a childish Lucius.



La Bibliographe: Chapter 3: Yep, thank you. I love writing classroom scenes. If you want to see a few more with my original characters please check out Whispers of the Past. As for the UST, right on. You can’t have her falling for it ALL the time in EVERY single fic. Besides, I like Hermione to be strong. Chapter 4: It would be difficult if everyone interfered. As for slowing it down, well, I want to make this a story... but don’t worry there will be some more Luscious soon. BTW Luscious is my name for this ship now. As for Lucius being sans knickers? Don’t put that image in my head okay...



Michiko: I make it a point to always reply to everyone as I think it’s nice to. I like it when people acknowledge my story by leaving a review so I acknowledge them in their turn. Thank you for liking this fic and for wanting to read more, which coincidentally I happen to have.



Angel: Yep, what is Blaise going to do? Especially after what has been decreed in this chapter... it’s going to be rough I can tell you. Here’s more.



BuffyXO: Thank you. Well, I try. And about Blaise and Pansy? I am not sure. I might think about it, or I might have other people in store for those two... don’t know what to do yet, I must admit. I hope you like this chapter.



BuckyKattGirl: Hmm, Patience is a virtue. Seldom in a woman: never in a man and definitely not in the vocabulary of a Luscious shipper it seems: lol. Anyway. Here’s an update with another chapter to go before the good stuff.



Dee Dee: Are you sure about that? Read this chapter and find out exactly what he is going to do to Parkinson. There may be a fight; not sure how or what type of fight it should be. Blaise and Pansy are both dangerous for the couple are they not? As for why Pansy hate’s Hermione well, that will come out soon. And yes, there are so many possibilities that’s why I need reviews so that I can see what the most popular ones are and see if I can incorporate them in my story. As for the LOG IN thing, I believe people have been complaining about ANON reviewers who have nothing to say but bad things... flamers in other words... not sure why that is, maybe you should ask an Admin... personally I was okay with that, just remove the review. But, that’s just me. I do like being logged in for a whole day rather than just the fifteen minutes previously though.



Gaps of Misery: So pleased you’re back honey. Well, yeah, they are both quite stubborn in this story aren’t they? I love writing them like this, as they’re wonderfully stubborn. As for Lucius not having the nerves; well he wasn’t really brought up for a tough job hanging around a lot of kids all day was he? But he’s there to make sure Hermione doesn’t get taken by some boy. And you are right, being without school uniform doesn’t necessarily mean naked... as for Ron, thanks. I was scared I was going to get flamed a little for that. But forewarned is forearmed.



Potter’s Detention



Harry made his way to the Caretaker’s office. He knocked on the door and he heard Filch’s gruff voice say; come in. He squared his shoulders and walked into the office. Filch eyed Harry warily.



“Huh! Like yer father all right!”



“So everyone keeps saying,” Harry said testily. He was beginning to get fed up with it by now. He had more than ONE parent, and yet the only resemblance to his mother was his eyes. Pretty poor legacy, he thought. “What is it you want me to do, sir?”



Filch growled but looked up at the boy before him. What did he call him?



“What did you call me?” Filch asked his voice had lost that edge.



“Sir,” Harry said shrugging his shoulders. Filch’s eyes narrowed at the boy.



“Oh, well, the trophy cabinet needs a complete clean, inside and out; back, front, top and bottom. Muggle cleaning only and NO cheating! Mrs Norris’ll be keeping an eye on yer.”



Harry sighed. He was used to Filch by now. And oddly enough actually began to feel a little bit of sympathy for the old man. It can’t be easy being a squib and not being a work of art to boot. Harry looked at Filch and offered a weak smile the Caretaker’s way but Filch shrugged Harry out of the way.



Filch felt a little unsettled about Harry calling him sir. No one showed Filch any respect; he had worked hard to be as much of a bastard as his powers had allowed and now an upstart of a boy ruins it all by offering him respect, he shook his head and shoved Harry in the trophy room. Let’s see if the boy still respects him after this:



“In fact the entire room could do with a bit of spring clean,” he growled.



Harry nodded. He didn’t care. He was used to this. This was what his muggle relatives made him do at home. He had even begun to be methodical. He knew that to wizards like Malfoy and even Ron this would be punishment, but to people like Harry and Hermione this was just home from home. Besides, Harry smirked. Ginny had promised him round two afterwards. That was enough to keep him going. After all, he surmised to himself, the best way to work of tired muscles was to exercise them off some more.



He began by taking all the trophies out of the cabinet. He sneered at Tom Riddles; he briefly wondered why Dumbledore had kept that trophy in the cabinet, but perhaps Dumbledore still held out hope that perhaps Tom Riddle would one day overtake his alter ego Voldemort. Harry snorted. He placed it carefully on the desk. He then picked up Bellatrix Lestrange’s trophy. He wondered what she did to gain a trophy. He stroked his father’s, mother’s and Sirius’ trophies with tenderness. He placed them on another table. He then picked up a trophy and he glared hatefully at the name. Severus Snape. What did he do? He was tempted to toss it in the bin along with all the others that was there but he was stopped for three reasons:



Mrs Norris hissed and spat when he made his way to the bin to chuck it in there. She threw her front paw out and flexed her claws showing him exactly what she intended to do if he so much as thought about chucking out that particular trophy.



Then Dumbledore showed up. He came and said hello. Harry looked up and saw Dumbledore smiling down at him.



“Hello, my boy,” he said cheerfully.



“Hello sir,” Harry said not wishing to talk to anyone right now.



“Whose trophy is that?” Dumbledore said.



“Snape’s,” Harry said venomously.



“Professor Snape’s, Harry.”



“How can you say that after what he did to you?” Harry yelled.



“Death is but the last and greatest adventure. Well, to the well organised mind it is anyway; and I was hardly what one could call, scatterbrained, now was I?”



“But, sir, he killed you.”



“No, my boy, he put a man in pain to sleep.”



“What?” Harry exploded. “He murdered you. You were pleading for your life!”



“Oh, Harry, haven’t you seen those memories I instructed you to look at, yet?”



“McGonnagall won’t let me,” Harry mumbled. “She say’s some things should be left undisturbed, and besides; Hermione is now the one being given instructions left, right and centre.”



“Oh, of course, Minnie would put her great niece ahead of you... oops.”



Harry’s ears pricked up at that. “WHAT?”



“Really, Harry, is that the only word you know tonight?” Dumbledore teased. “Miss Granger is not purity so don’t get your hopes up on that score. It would be wonderful if she were, as that would stop the unfair taunts she gets; but she’s not entirely a Muggleborn either. She has some distant Magical relatives although she doesn’t know it.”



“Now back to Snape, what did you mean by your...”



“To put it bluntly, if your owl, Hedwig, was sick and there was no real cure, and she’d only had a few months to live; what would you do?”



“I’d have the vet put her to sleep,” Harry answered promptly. “That would be the only kind thing to do.”



“And so it was for poor, dear Severus,” Dumbledore replied. “I was dying all that year. Severus, the dear kind man he truly is helped me as much as he could. But I knew that he couldn’t remain at Hogwarts forever, as Tom was getting rather impatient with him. Add to that and the Unbreakable Vow he made with the equally poor Narcissa, well...”



“Mrs Malfoy? Poor?” Harry snorted.



“What she did for her son was what your mother would have done for you had she been in her position, Harry. Trust me on that. Well, Severus had no choice but to do what he did that night. He didn’t like it, and I told him that he didn’t have to like it. I came here to talk to you about this actually. I want you to look into those memories and then I want you to bring him back home. He must miss this place desperately. He often said that Hogwarts was his haven.”



Harry’s mouth hung wide open. “You want him back here?” he asked.



“Certainly,” Dumbledore said. “You’re not going to succeed without his help, and with Mr Malfoy here that means you have the greatest chance of success.”



Harry bowed his head and mumbled something about ‘trying to do as much as he could,’ and Dumbledore smiled. He shook his head and walked off. Now, he had to have a strong word with his widow. Minerva McGonnagall-Dumbledore HAD to let go soon. It was always a fault of hers that she held on for too long with too tight a grip.



Harry shook his head and was about to put Snape’s trophy on the table alongside his Master and what he supposed – a friend. Then he heard giggling. He pressed his ear to the wall and smirked at the sound of a female voice.



“Why are we meeting here?” she asked.



“Because we have to be discreet, Pansy,” Harry froze. That was the voice of Mr, er, Professor Malfoy. He didn’t care that he hated the Parkinson bitch but this was just wrong. No Professor should meddle with a student. No matter who they were. He clutched his wand and listened a little farther.



“Oh, come on, Lucius you’ve known me all my life,” Pansy giggled.



Not the point, Harry growled to himself.



“I’m sorry, Pansy, but you are so entirely beautiful I don’t know where to start. Maybe your pippins, hmm?”



Oh no you won’t! Harry thought. He turned to Mrs Norris. Mrs Norris was licking her paw and purring but she looked up when her cat senses told her she was being watched. Harry walked up to her and picked her up and whispered something in her ear. She purred. He mentioned the three magic words: ‘get Filch. Trouble!’



Once he sent her on her way he went back to cleaning the cabinet. He walked to the sink that surprisingly was in there from the days when some teacher decided that a muggle art class would be just the thing for Hogwarts students to do after school hours. It never took off.



He ran the water in the sink and poured in soap. He grabbed a sponge that was lying near by and walked over to the cabinet. He walked over to the cabinet and listened intently at what was happening in the room next to him.



“What’s this about?” Filch grumbled. He’d been disturbed from a nice game of Solitaire. He looked at the boy and he just pointed at the wall. Filch narrowed his eyes and listened in; he heard the giggling and he heard the ripping of clothes. He heard enough and decided to do something about the miscreants.



He burst into the room and Harry followed in tow. The sight that met his eyes sickened him; Pansy was bent over a desk on her back with Malfoy looming over her; his eyes looked at the half naked girl with pure lust.



“Anything the matter, Argus?” Lucius asked with a charming smile. Thank goodness, he thought. Potter timed that just right.



“What’s going on here?” Filch asked a leer on his face at the semi naked, nubile wench before him.



Pansy blushed and put herself back together. She glared angrily at Lucius as if it was his fault. Harry stepped forward.



“What were you doing?” he asked.



“The boyfriend of Hogwarts resident slut has to ask that question?” Pansy sneered.



“Ginny is not a slut!” Harry exclaimed.



Lucius watched the two youngsters. She was a little like Bellatrix Lestrange, and he was so much like his father it was unbelievable.



“Really, so why is it she can’t keep her hands off you?”



“It’s called love, Parkinson.”



“Sorry, Professor, but I am going to have to report this,” Filch said.



“Of course,” Lucius said silkily. Well, at least I can squirm my way out of it. I’m not sure about her... perhaps her parents will take her out of the school, fine by me.



He looked at Potter. Harry ignored him and went back in the trophy room to finish his detention. Filch watched him methodically taking the trophies out and separating them House-by-House. He watched him scrub the shelves and the sides. He saw Harry puff as he moved the big heavy cabinet away from the wall by himself so that he could clean the back of it. Filch shook his head. He must be going soft in his old age; he actually felt a little sorry for the kid. He did manage to get his attention to some real trouble. He actually wanted to help the dignity of a Slytherin... that was something Filch thought he’d never see. He smiled a little. When Harry had put the cabinet back in place after scrubbing the back he was about to step up on a chair to wash the top.



“Potter,” Filch said. Harry turned around but in so doing he lost his balance as the chair wobbled from beneath him and he fell on the floor breaking a rib – and he groaned... his leg was in absolute agony. Filch cursed himself. He watched as Harry tried to get up and climb back up to finish the cabinet; that was what the Dursley’s would have been expecting after all. “Go to the Hospital Wing, lad. You can’t clean it up hobbling like that.” Filch said.



Harry turned to the Caretaker. “You sure?” he asked. “I can do it. I’ve finished chores from being in a lot more pain than this before.”



Filch shook his head. “Hospital wing, NOW,” he barked.

Harry nodded sighing at the unfinished work. Filch rolled his eyes. “I’ll do it!” he said.



Harry hobbled past him wincing every step of the way. Filch hadn’t gone that soft, he took a little pleasure in seeing Potter in pain.



He cleared up the cabinet and then decided to go to McGonnagall about Professor Malfoy. Half an hour later Professor Malfoy was in the office in front of a very stern McGonnagall. She was like that when she was teaching him and she still managed to make him shift uncomfortably in his seat.



“Students are students, Lucius. It is not proper to be treating them like they’re your own private harem.”



“No,” he replied. “And truly, I am abjectly and humbly sorry for what I have done. I just couldn’t control myself. There are so many pretty girls that are just on the edge of child to woman it’s difficult.”



“That is as maybe, Lucius, but you are going to have to learn to control yourself.”



“But really, Minerva, at that age they are more Men and Women than Boys and Girls.”



“That still doesn’t give you the right to...”



“Minnie,” Dumbledore’s portrait said reprovingly. “What did we do?”



Lucius arched an eyebrow in Dumbledore’s direction. The old fox, he thought, if I’d have known this when he was alive I might have respected him more.



“That was different entirely,” Minnie sniffed. “We were – are, in love, and well this is plain licentiousness. I will not tolerate it,” Minerva replied.



“I admit that with Pansy Parkinson it is just lust. But I am in love with a student. I fell for her before I came to be a teacher.”



“Who is that?” Minerva asked.



“I regret to say that it is Miss Hermione Granger,” he replied with his eyes lowered on the floor and his stance was that of one humbled. “But I have an idea that might make the situation bearable.”



“What might that be?” Minerva said, her voice was steely and she held a rather vicious snarl on her thin lips. If this man has been touching her prized student he’d soon be sorry. Voldemort would hold nothing on what she’d do.



“Well, the students in the last two years are going through a difficult enough phase as it is. They’re adults in a child’s costume. They should be able to wear what they please and perhaps instead of calling us teacher’s sir or madam perhaps accord them the right to let them use our first names. And we treat them like that to; I swear that it might be good for the students in the last two years. After all, when they leave Hogwarts they won’t be calling their boss, sir or madam, will they?”



Minerva’s lips thinned so much so that they were almost invisible, and she was about to protest when Dumbledore coughed.



“You know, Lucius, that is the best thing I think I heard you say in a long time.”



“Albus!” Minerva exploded.



“He’s right,” Albus said. “Besides it would make the transition from child to adult much easier on them to handle.”



“How do you suggest we go through this?” Minerva asked passing a hand over her brow.



“Just put up notices in the various Common Rooms. I am sure that at least two or three people read the notices.”



“And this would help you overcome temptation, how?” McGonnagall sighed.



“If I see her as a woman everyday, and treat her as such then I won’t see her as untouchable or forbidden fruit. It would make her seem more accessible. I always want what I can’t have, and with these new procedures it would make her seem more touchable and less forbidden.”



“It makes sense to me,” Albus said.



Minerva glared at Albus portrait and fumed inwardly. It seemed that the men were ganging up against her. She wondered vaguely if this ever happened with Hermione, Harry and Ron, and why a seemingly sensible girl ended up in so much trouble.



“Oh all right,” she sighed. “But this can only stay in force till Christmas. Then we’ll take a student vote. If they like the new way that’s what we’ll do.”



~*~*~



Hermione walked down to the Common Room early in the morning. She had tossed and turned having a rather erotic dream of Lucius making love to her; he was sucking whipped double cream off her breasts, at one point he even dipped the point of a strawberry he was holding between his teeth in the cream and let her bite it.

She groaned as she sat on the sofa and hugged her stomach. She didn’t feel so good. She felt a little ill. The feeling passed but she felt a little woozy. She was about to get up when her eyes fell upon a notice. In large green cursive writing there was a notice for sixth and seventh years only.



She read it and her eyes widened. She shook her head. She read it again. Ron had tumbled down the stairs. His red hair was tousled and he looked cute, Hermione thought. It was a pity it didn’t work out between them. Perhaps she’d kiss him for old times sake.



She walked up to him and grabbed the lapels of his robes and brought her lips up to his and began to kiss him. He immediately woke up and wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off; where had she learnt how to kiss like that? But he pushed her off.



“Hermione, what are you doing?” he hissed.



“I don’t know,” she said. “I just wanted to kiss you, as you looked so adorable just now.”



Ron grinned. He stood up to his fullest height and felt ten feet tall. Hermione Granger had just called him adorable. She took his hand and led him to the notice. His eyes widened as well.



“Let me get Haz,” Ron said. Haz was a name they had come up with for Harry as Harry felt a little left out of not having a name to shorten. Some even called Hermione, Mia, to make life easier.



Ron was holding up Harry; he was rubbing his eyes and his hair was messier than Ron’s. He looked cute too but Hermione didn’t want to kiss him. She feared the reprisal from Ginny more than the reprisal from Lavender.



“What is it?” Harry asked.



“Read that,” Hermione said. Harry couldn’t as he didn’t have time to get his glasses. He looked at Hermione, and she rolled her eyes and read it out loud:



“Notice For Sixth and Seventh Years Only:



It has come to our attention that times do change and so we may have to change with them.



Professor Malfoy has come up with an idea that all Sixth and Seventh year students can dispense of their school uniforms and wear ordinary casual robes or muggle clothes, whichever is the more comfortable.



Also, to comply with this the Sixth and Seventh year students can now call their Professors by their first names.



I.E. Instead of Professor Malfoy saying Miss Granger he can now call her Hermione... and she in return can call him Lucius in the classroom.



This is to help ease the transition from child to adult in a much more comfortable atmosphere.



Signed LM!”



Harry narrowed his eyes. He looked at his friends.



“What is he trying to pull apart from students?”



“What?” Hermione asked paling slightly.



“Last night, Filch and I caught Lucius with Pansy Parkinson. She was half naked and bent over a desk. He had his flies undone. He didn’t even look sorry,” Harry mumbled. Hermione gritted her teeth. So, that was the rules. Hmm, well, she practically invented this game.



“How’s your leg?” Ron asked.



“Still stings, but Pomfrey managed to jerk it back into position.”



“What did Professor Malfoy say,” Hermione said.



“According to this you can call him Lucius,” Ron said tapping the notice.



“I don’t give a bloody damn about that stupid notice!” Hermione shouted and she stormed upstairs.



“What did I say?” Ron said open mouthed.



“Nothing, Ron. She’s just a bit – emotional right now. I don’t know why though but it reminds me of Lavender before she discovered she was pregnant.”



“Yeah, she got a bit temperamental,” Ron said reminiscing. “And horny to.”

Harry shook his head and decided to get dressed. Thankfully he had managed to get himself some casual robes this year. He couldn’t bear to be seen wearing Dudley’s old clothes anymore and he was a Wizard, he might as well start dressing up like one.



Hermione was sat on her bed and tried not to sob. Lucius didn’t want her after all. He was all just big talk. Well, she still had Blaise, but the trouble was, she didn’t want Blaise. After last nights dream and her detention note she thought that she might actually want him after all. Now he’d been caught up to his balls in Parkinson. She wiped her eyes dry and decided to do something about that. Perhaps Lucius should see her being a little more active with Blaise. It was clear he had forgotten all about her!



A/N – So, Harry showed a noble side to him by even protecting a Slytherins dignity. Not that she appreciated it. Lucius has now brought Hermione up to the standard of an equal. And now she has to call him Lucius in front of the whole school! Minerva and Albus now knows that Lucius has a thing for Hermione and it seems they were very naughty... OH, and what is Harry going to do about Snape? I wish I could be in the story sometimes... so, what do people think of the name for this ship?