Daughter of Leda
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
23
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18,652
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99
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Gryffindor Sensibilities
Later that night she received another owl. She knew it was likely from Lucius, but the moment that thought crossed her mind she found herself quickly correcting herself. It was likely from Mr. Malfoy. Only when satisfied that her emotions were entirely under control did she read it.
Sometime during the letter Hermione lost the control of her thoughts that she had been going for and began to think about how he must have looked while writing it. She could just imagine him sitting at his desk, quill in hand. His hands were formed beautifully. The fingers were delicate, with the perfect degree of strong and masculine curve to it. He held himself so coolly, but radiated heat. She could just imagine how it must feel to have those hands tracing the curves of her own body.
Hermione blinked. What the bloody hell is going on with me? Slowly, but surely, and ever since reading that letter from Leda, her way of thinking had changed. It was as if a very important portion of her personality had been hidden from her and only now had come to the surface. Oh no...
Could it have been some magic at the hands of her grandmother that was changing her so? And was she truly changing, or just knowing herself fully for the first time in her life? So many possibilities, and so few answers. Hermione found herself torn. Should she accept who she was becoming, or try desperately to hold onto the young, naïve girl she once was?
It was then that the pieces began to fall into place like a puzzle after that one key piece was located. “No...,” she told herself, “Leda couldn’t have...” She quickly searched for the lion necklace she’d been given as a girl. Her mother had told her it was a family heirloom, and she had never removed it, ever. Sometimes she’d cast a charm to hide it, but she’d done as her mother told her and kept it on her always. Until that letter and the belongings Leda had left her. Then it had been replaced, quite subconsciously, by another heirloom.
The necklace was all that she could think of. A letter might well include a magic to reveal or undo something, but Hermione could think of nothing else that would have subdued part of her personality so many years before.
“Family heirloom, my arse,” she muttered. Pointing her wand at the necklace she said firmly, “Specialis Revelio.”
The lion charm glowed brightly, giving off a red glow. She didn’t recognize enough to know the spell used, but at least it was a question answered.
One answer down. Ten million to go.
Pacing back and forth, her mind went into overdrive in an attempt to process everything. “If the charm had a spell on it,” she said out loud and talking to no one in particular, “then it was only repressing my true self. Which would imply that these things I now feel are very much my own personality, and I should embrace them. I think. Oh gods, this is more trouble that it should bloody well be.”
Did Leda know the turmoil her ‘daughter’ would find herself in? Hermione decided it sounded rather Slytherin, and therefore quite probable. By all accounts Leda had been a great manipulator, and Hermione knew of no reason Leda would refrain just to save her descendant’s – what was the word Lucius had used? Sensibilities, that was it. Leda probably wouldn’t save her Gryffindor sensibilities when she had a goal in mind.
Curling up in a comfortable chair, Hermione started reading some of the old books she had found in Leda’s vault.
Maybe, just maybe, she would find some answers.
A good distance away, Lucius sat in his study in Malfoy Manor. He kept glancing at the window, and calling the house elves to ask if any letters had arrived. There was nothing, though a part of him knew it was still a bit early to expect anything. The damn girl was consuming his thoughts like no other. Narcissa’s cruel words went unheard, and other women’s charms unnoticed.
He was a man undone, and that did not befit a Malfoy. One way or another, a conclusion must be reached. He would regain his control, as only a Malfoy could.
A/N: I’m terribly sorry I’ve delayed so much in updating. The past month or so there have been some depressing things coming up in my own relationship and it has rather driven off my muses. I’m trying, though, and was determined to get at least one chapter finished and posted. Enjoy – I hope it is up to par. It’s short, I grant, but setting things up for what is to come. : )
Dearest Hermione,
I had thought seeing you in Diagon Alley would allow us an opportunity to converse. I was disappointed that didn’t prove to be the case, and have included another portkey in the event you would agree to another visit. I make no promises to conform to your concept of good behavior, although again I promise that no harm will come to you.
Please believe that a part of me has always respected you, despite comments about your heritage that may have been somewhat out of line. I do not wish to offend your sensibilities, and hope you will give me a chance to get to know you better and allow you to know me.
Most Assuredly Yours,
Lucius
Sometime during the letter Hermione lost the control of her thoughts that she had been going for and began to think about how he must have looked while writing it. She could just imagine him sitting at his desk, quill in hand. His hands were formed beautifully. The fingers were delicate, with the perfect degree of strong and masculine curve to it. He held himself so coolly, but radiated heat. She could just imagine how it must feel to have those hands tracing the curves of her own body.
Hermione blinked. What the bloody hell is going on with me? Slowly, but surely, and ever since reading that letter from Leda, her way of thinking had changed. It was as if a very important portion of her personality had been hidden from her and only now had come to the surface. Oh no...
‘You may notice some changes in yourself. I will not say that I have anything to do with those changes not having taken place before, but I will say that you should embrace rather than fight them.’
Could it have been some magic at the hands of her grandmother that was changing her so? And was she truly changing, or just knowing herself fully for the first time in her life? So many possibilities, and so few answers. Hermione found herself torn. Should she accept who she was becoming, or try desperately to hold onto the young, naïve girl she once was?
It was then that the pieces began to fall into place like a puzzle after that one key piece was located. “No...,” she told herself, “Leda couldn’t have...” She quickly searched for the lion necklace she’d been given as a girl. Her mother had told her it was a family heirloom, and she had never removed it, ever. Sometimes she’d cast a charm to hide it, but she’d done as her mother told her and kept it on her always. Until that letter and the belongings Leda had left her. Then it had been replaced, quite subconsciously, by another heirloom.
The necklace was all that she could think of. A letter might well include a magic to reveal or undo something, but Hermione could think of nothing else that would have subdued part of her personality so many years before.
“Family heirloom, my arse,” she muttered. Pointing her wand at the necklace she said firmly, “Specialis Revelio.”
The lion charm glowed brightly, giving off a red glow. She didn’t recognize enough to know the spell used, but at least it was a question answered.
One answer down. Ten million to go.
Pacing back and forth, her mind went into overdrive in an attempt to process everything. “If the charm had a spell on it,” she said out loud and talking to no one in particular, “then it was only repressing my true self. Which would imply that these things I now feel are very much my own personality, and I should embrace them. I think. Oh gods, this is more trouble that it should bloody well be.”
Did Leda know the turmoil her ‘daughter’ would find herself in? Hermione decided it sounded rather Slytherin, and therefore quite probable. By all accounts Leda had been a great manipulator, and Hermione knew of no reason Leda would refrain just to save her descendant’s – what was the word Lucius had used? Sensibilities, that was it. Leda probably wouldn’t save her Gryffindor sensibilities when she had a goal in mind.
Curling up in a comfortable chair, Hermione started reading some of the old books she had found in Leda’s vault.
Maybe, just maybe, she would find some answers.
A good distance away, Lucius sat in his study in Malfoy Manor. He kept glancing at the window, and calling the house elves to ask if any letters had arrived. There was nothing, though a part of him knew it was still a bit early to expect anything. The damn girl was consuming his thoughts like no other. Narcissa’s cruel words went unheard, and other women’s charms unnoticed.
He was a man undone, and that did not befit a Malfoy. One way or another, a conclusion must be reached. He would regain his control, as only a Malfoy could.
A/N: I’m terribly sorry I’ve delayed so much in updating. The past month or so there have been some depressing things coming up in my own relationship and it has rather driven off my muses. I’m trying, though, and was determined to get at least one chapter finished and posted. Enjoy – I hope it is up to par. It’s short, I grant, but setting things up for what is to come. : )