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Adventurous Hearts Part 2: Nimue's Island
Canon may be part of fanfiction,
And the lack of will sometimes cause friction.
In this fic you’ll see,
Cannon cannot be,
The plot brings canon contradiction!
This tale is alternate universe,
And that could be seen as perverse!
This plot won’t adhere
To those books we hold dear,
And thus, if you don’t like, don’t curse!
This plot is one that’s unique,
And cannon has gone up s**t creek!
The story is new,
Neuvo universe too,
Canon is just not my technique!
by Utopia, a gift for Snape_Goddess
18/04/2008
So hello again! Here it is, the second installment of Adventurous Hearts. So sit back, relax and have a look see. Again, this is part 2 so if you haven’t read part 1 it might get a bit confusing…and part 3 is already in motion….so I hope you enjoy!
Special thanks to Utopia again for the anti canon warning…and to LadyBlueEyes and LadyVoldemort87, the late night conversations we have make my life better and I adore you.
CHAPTER 1: Happy Birthday
Hermione leaned back against the padded booth and smiled contentedly, the plate in front of her bearing only the faintest smears of chocolate, the remnants of her desert. She sighed and let her head roll to the side to stare at her companion, the man who had been her closest friend and sometimes lover for nearly a decade.
“Thank you for dinner, Severus.” She said smiling.
“Happy Birthday, Minute.” He said as he refilled her wine glass. The corner of her mouth quirked at the pet name he had given her years ago. He had once made the comment that when he met her she had been no bigger than a minute and that it barely took her that long to reach climax when he touched her. From that moment on he had called her Minute with an uncharacteristic affection that always made her smile.
“I can’t believe I ate so much!” She groaned.
“You say that every year.” He chuckled. “And every year you eat just as much.”
“I can’t help myself.” She said, taking the wine glass from his hand. He held his glass up and stared down at her with those penetrating black eyes of his.
“To you my beautiful, brilliant witch and to friendship.” He tapped his glass to hers. “With benefits.” He added with a wink.
“You are incorrigible.” She said, sipping from the glass. “It’s so good to see you, Severus, it’s been too long.”
“Yes, it has been. But I was rather put out with you for running out on me like you did.” He said, his eyes narrowed. “In fact, you owe me.”
“I said I was sorry. You should take pity on me; I’ve been through a lot recently.” She pouted.
“Ah yes, you arranged for the release of a prisoner and managed to get yourself trapped in that old temple with him for nearly a week.” Severus smirked. “Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to rely on tabloid stories?”
It hadn’t taken long for the stories to circulate about the release of Lucius Malfoy or the fact that they had been trapped inside the temple for so long only to emerge disheveled and nearly clinging to one another. Speculation abounded but on one knew the truth of it aside from the two of them. Well, Draco was well aware that they had slept together, but other than that it was their secret.
Of course it didn’t stop people from trying to figure it out and making assumptions. She had received howlers from the Potters, Ron and the Weasleys, not that she was surprised, it was just one more thing on a long list of ways she had disappointed them all. They wouldn’t be happy until she gave up her career and settled down with some wizard and began popping out babies every couple of years.
Hermione looked into Severus’s eyes and she knew that she could tell him without fear of condemnation, without him judging her. He was her safe place, she KNEW without a shadow of a doubt he would always catch her if she fell, she couldn’t say that about anyone else.
“Well, I needed someone familiar with death eater wards and you were still miffed at me and the school year had just begun…so I went to Kingsley and asked for some help.” She said. “That help came in the form of Malfoy. Apparently he was a model prisoner and with the overcrowding he was at the top of the list for parole…so it worked out.”
“How did he take it?” Severus asked, his arm resting on the back of the booth behind her.
“Better than I thought….he is different.” Her brow furrowed. “He explained his reasons for what he did and I hate to admit it, but they made sense to me. He removed the wards and we went inside and as usual with me, my excitement got ahead of me, I touched the wall and set off a spell. Lucius saved me from being crushed and you know what I did? I yelled at him then picked a fight, a physical fight.”
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Severus stiffened.
“No, he bit my arse actually.” She said with a laugh. “We ended up in the main room the death eaters used and we waited, talked. He was curious about us; Draco told him what happened years ago.” Severus smirked, certain it came as a bit of a shock to Lucius. “Finally we learned that we had triggered Morgana’s magic and she had plans for us.” Hermione set her glass on the table and stared up at Severus. “Sev….I slept with Malfoy.”
“Did you now?” He asked softly, one dark brow arched.
“Are you angry?” She asked, her hand lighting on his thigh.
“Do you want me to be angry, Minute?” He asked, sliding his hand from the back of the booth to the back of her head where he played lightly in her curls. “Do you have feelings for him then?”
“You know me Sev, what do you think?” She lowered her eyes.
“I think that for all your talk, you would not let a man touch you who you had no feelings for.” He said softly. “You owe me nothing; you don’t have to be ashamed.”
“I don’t…I had no choice, we had to or we wouldn’t be able to get out.” She said, trying to justify the passionate moments spent in Lucius Malfoy’s arms.
“So it was only inside the temple?” He saw her cheeks flush and knew there had been more. He was jealous, he wouldn’t deny it, he knew that she had never taken another lover in all the years they had been friends, though he had on occasion slept with other witches. He had no right to his hypocritical feelings, but they were there. “It’s alright, you aren’t bound to me. You did not betray me.” He said, watching the tears well in her eyes. “How did Lucius handle himself?”
Hermione started to laugh, images of Lucius handling himself in bed next to her flitting through her mind.
“He was a perfect gentleman.” She said. “He thinks me ill mannered and a bitch.” She laughed. “But he keeps trying to reach me, he wasn’t happy when I walked away from him.”
“He has feelings for you?” Severus asked in surprise.
“They aren’t real, I was the first woman in his bed in a decade, his feelings are a result of the circumstances.” She scoffed. Severus wasn’t so certain, Lucius wasn’t a man who tossed his affections about lightly, he never had been, if he said he cared, then he cared. And if he said he cared for a muggleborn, one who bested him in battle, then he really meant it.
“If you say so.” He said, staring at her as she stared at the table. She wasn’t so sure either, about his feelings or her own. He paid the bill and helped her from the booth. He held her cloak for her as she slipped her arms inside then turned abruptly and put her arms around him, her head resting on his chest. “What’s this?” He asked, his arms coming around her.
“You are the only person who doesn’t judge me, Sev.” She said. “For the most part you are all I have.”
“And you will always have me, Minute.” He said softly. “Come on, it’s getting late.”
“My place?” She queried. Severus smiled; it had been awhile since he had shared her bed.
“Hold on.” He said just before he apparated them from the restaurant to her house. He let her go and took her cloak. “I had planned on going for a walk, but this is good too.” He said, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a small package. “Happy Birthday, Minute.”
She smiled and plucked the ribbon on the box. Severus was nuzzling the side of her neck, his hands smoothing over the curve of her waist and around her back so that he could lower the zipper on the back of her dress. He heard her gasp softly and lifted his head to see her lifting her gift from the box.
It was a timepiece. A wristwatch, custom made with a wide leather band and a covering over the face. She had been breaking watches for years on excavations, spending a small fortune in replacements. She was always snapping the band or banging the face into something and breaking the crystal. She flipped up the leather covering and tears filled her eyes when she saw the inscription burned into the leather. For Minute, So time will not get away from you. Always, Severus.
“It has a protective spell on it to resist damage.” He said quietly as he took it from her and put it on her wrist. It didn’t exactly compliment the elegant dress she was wearing but it would be absolutely perfect for work. “It doesn’t go with your dress.” He said, bringing her hand up to kiss her palm. “We should get rid of it.” He said, sliding his hands to her shoulders. He had already handled the zipper so it was just a matter of pulling the dress forward and down her arms, letting it fall around her feet.
Severus growled at the sight of her in the tiny, black bra, panties and stockings. She moved to remove her shoes but he stopped her.
“Oh no, leave them on.” He whispered, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping tight around his waist.
“Severus, you kinky devil.” She laughed, her fingers locked behind his neck. “Thank you for tonight, dinner, the watch.” She lowered her lips to his gently, kissing him and being kissed back, but only briefly. Severus wasn’t much on kissing which was a shame, because Hermione enjoyed being thoroughly and passionately kissed.
She found herself lying in the center of her bed watching Severus undress. From the look in his eye she could tell she was in for a rough ride. She began to wonder what it would be like if he took her gently, touching and tasting her with the tenderness she had experienced with Lucius. Her stomach clenched and it wasn’t from desire, it was because she realized she actually missed the blond bastard. How was it possible for her to have feelings so similar for two men so different?
She was quickly distracted by the sight of a shirtless Severus crawling up the foot of her bed. He was pale, smooth and well defined. She never understood how anyone thought him anything more than beautiful with his silky black hair, dark brooding eyes and that sinister yet sensual curve of his lips. Even his great hook of a nose was stunning, he just wouldn’t look right without it.
“What are you staring at, Minute?” He asked as he came to rest at her side half lying on top of her.
“You.” She said, pushing his hair back from his face. “You are beautiful.” Severus furrowed his brow and looked into her eyes. Something was off, she never said such things to him, they kept their trysts passionate yet lighthearted, never getting too involved, too intimate.
“Minute?” He looked so confused as he whispered his pet name for her. “Are you alright?”
“Could you…kiss me?” She asked. Severus wondered at the tender look on her face and lowered his head, his lips touching hers, sliding, rubbing, his tongue dipping into her mouth to taste. She moaned, her hands on his shoulders pulling him flush against her as they kissed.
Severus sensed a change in her; she never wanted tenderness from him before, just the passion and the release that their coming together brought. Their tender moments were always outside the bedroom because it kept their friendship and their sexual relationship separate. Why the sudden shift? Was she ready for something more?
“Severus!” He jerked upright at the sound of his name being called from the living room.
“What in the hell?” He climbed out of Hermione’s bed, wincing and readjusting his erection so he could walk comfortably as he headed towards the door. He stopped at the end of the hall and stared in disbelief at Professor McGonagall standing in front of Hermione’s fireplace.
“Oh thank goodness!” She said, her eyes widening when she saw that he was half undressed. She blushed when Hermione came slipping up behind him tying the sash on her red satin robe.
“What is it, Minerva, I am a little busy?” He drawled, his hand sliding over Hermione’s back.
“OH…I didn’t think…I thought….erm….” She was flustered, she knew that they were close but she hadn’t realized how close. “There is an emergency at the school, Headmaster. The fourth year Slytherins have set that small herd of Hagrid’s hippogriffs loose in the school. They have demolished the great hall thus far.”
“Damn it!” Severus snarled as he turned on his heel and stomped back to Hermione’s room to retrieve his clothing. He was buttoning his coat when he came back, bending down to kiss Hermione quickly on the lips. “I’m so sorry, Minute, you have no idea how sorry I am.” He growled.
“It’s alright, Sev, I start that new project tomorrow here in Britain, we can try again.” She said. “Go on, save the school…again.” She laughed when he rolled his eyes and followed McGonagall into the hearth, vanishing in the swirl of green flames.
Hermione sighed and turned off the lights before she went to her room and undressed completely then curled onto her side in her cold, lonely bed and went to sleep. She dreamed she was being ripped apart, Severus on one side, Lucius on the other.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lucius sat behind his desk staring at the moon outside his window. It had been nearly a month since his release and he still couldn’t get enough of looking at the sky. He had rearranged his bedchamber so that when he lay in his bed at night he could see outside when he opened his eyes. He had changed a lot of things in the short amount of time he had been free. He had gotten new clothing, made some changes to his house and was slowly getting back into the practice of running his businesses, though he had decided not to take over completely.
Draco had run them admirably in his absence and his son loved what he was doing. Since it was Draco’s inheritance he decided it was best to let him continue running the majority of things. He could hear Draco speaking from behind him, but he wasn’t paying much attention. He should be listening, but his mind was on her.
He still could not believe she had run out on him the way she had, with that flippant little wave wearing one of his shirts and still carrying the scent of him on her body. It bothered him that he still wanted her, missed her when he barely knew her. He had not even missed Narcissa while he was incarcerated and she had been with him for over twenty years. Yet he spends a few days with a young, rather rude and snarky witch and he pines for her like a lovesick fool.
“You aren’t listening to me at all are you, Father?” Draco asked, setting his files aside. “Thinking about her again?”
Lucius turned in his chair to look at his son. It was like looking at him self as a young man, except Draco would be a better man than he had been.
“I apologize; I did not mean to ignore you, Draco.” Lucius said, reaching for the figures Draco had been going over.
“I’ll assume she still hasn’t replied to your letters.” Draco said, leaning back in his chair. He couldn’t believe how smitten his father was with Hermione Granger.
“No, she hasn’t.”
“Dad, I know your pride was wounded when she left the way she did, but obviously she isn’t interested in anything more. Why don’t you go out with Penelope again, she seemed to really like you.” Draco said.
Penelope Pendergrass was a pureblood who Lucius had attempted to have an evening with a few weeks prior. He found himself quickly bored by the conversation and missing the rather amusing, slightly naughty discussions he had held with Hermione in the temple. Determined to get Hermione out of his system, Lucius had gone home with the witch but had not stayed, unable to work up an arousal for the woman. He had gone home to his bed where he stroked himself to an intense orgasm with thoughts of Hermione flitting through his head.
“No, Penelope bored me to tears.” Lucius said, signing off on the documents in front of him.
“Then go see her.”
“I would if I knew where she was. I’ve been sending letters to the ministry but she is rarely in her office from what I understand and always in the field. Her receptionist will not tell me where she is currently excavating either.” Lucius said, frowning.
“You could always ask Uncle Sev, you haven’t seen him since you’ve been out and I’m sure he would know.” Draco said.
Lucius grinned, Draco was right, Severus always knew where she was, and she had told him that he was her emergency contact.
“You are absolutely right, Draco. I think I should schedule an appointment to visit my old friend and see if he can help me.” He reached for parchment and quill and quickly scrawled out a letter.
“Are you going to tell him why you want to see her?” Draco asked, watching as his father handed the letter to the tawny eagle owl sitting on the windowsill. Lucius looked back over his shoulder and smiled.
“Why of course I am, Draco, he’s the competition after all; I want him to know that I mean to win.”
And the lack of will sometimes cause friction.
In this fic you’ll see,
Cannon cannot be,
The plot brings canon contradiction!
This tale is alternate universe,
And that could be seen as perverse!
This plot won’t adhere
To those books we hold dear,
And thus, if you don’t like, don’t curse!
This plot is one that’s unique,
And cannon has gone up s**t creek!
The story is new,
Neuvo universe too,
Canon is just not my technique!
by Utopia, a gift for Snape_Goddess
18/04/2008
So hello again! Here it is, the second installment of Adventurous Hearts. So sit back, relax and have a look see. Again, this is part 2 so if you haven’t read part 1 it might get a bit confusing…and part 3 is already in motion….so I hope you enjoy!
Special thanks to Utopia again for the anti canon warning…and to LadyBlueEyes and LadyVoldemort87, the late night conversations we have make my life better and I adore you.
Hermione leaned back against the padded booth and smiled contentedly, the plate in front of her bearing only the faintest smears of chocolate, the remnants of her desert. She sighed and let her head roll to the side to stare at her companion, the man who had been her closest friend and sometimes lover for nearly a decade.
“Thank you for dinner, Severus.” She said smiling.
“Happy Birthday, Minute.” He said as he refilled her wine glass. The corner of her mouth quirked at the pet name he had given her years ago. He had once made the comment that when he met her she had been no bigger than a minute and that it barely took her that long to reach climax when he touched her. From that moment on he had called her Minute with an uncharacteristic affection that always made her smile.
“I can’t believe I ate so much!” She groaned.
“You say that every year.” He chuckled. “And every year you eat just as much.”
“I can’t help myself.” She said, taking the wine glass from his hand. He held his glass up and stared down at her with those penetrating black eyes of his.
“To you my beautiful, brilliant witch and to friendship.” He tapped his glass to hers. “With benefits.” He added with a wink.
“You are incorrigible.” She said, sipping from the glass. “It’s so good to see you, Severus, it’s been too long.”
“Yes, it has been. But I was rather put out with you for running out on me like you did.” He said, his eyes narrowed. “In fact, you owe me.”
“I said I was sorry. You should take pity on me; I’ve been through a lot recently.” She pouted.
“Ah yes, you arranged for the release of a prisoner and managed to get yourself trapped in that old temple with him for nearly a week.” Severus smirked. “Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to rely on tabloid stories?”
It hadn’t taken long for the stories to circulate about the release of Lucius Malfoy or the fact that they had been trapped inside the temple for so long only to emerge disheveled and nearly clinging to one another. Speculation abounded but on one knew the truth of it aside from the two of them. Well, Draco was well aware that they had slept together, but other than that it was their secret.
Of course it didn’t stop people from trying to figure it out and making assumptions. She had received howlers from the Potters, Ron and the Weasleys, not that she was surprised, it was just one more thing on a long list of ways she had disappointed them all. They wouldn’t be happy until she gave up her career and settled down with some wizard and began popping out babies every couple of years.
Hermione looked into Severus’s eyes and she knew that she could tell him without fear of condemnation, without him judging her. He was her safe place, she KNEW without a shadow of a doubt he would always catch her if she fell, she couldn’t say that about anyone else.
“Well, I needed someone familiar with death eater wards and you were still miffed at me and the school year had just begun…so I went to Kingsley and asked for some help.” She said. “That help came in the form of Malfoy. Apparently he was a model prisoner and with the overcrowding he was at the top of the list for parole…so it worked out.”
“How did he take it?” Severus asked, his arm resting on the back of the booth behind her.
“Better than I thought….he is different.” Her brow furrowed. “He explained his reasons for what he did and I hate to admit it, but they made sense to me. He removed the wards and we went inside and as usual with me, my excitement got ahead of me, I touched the wall and set off a spell. Lucius saved me from being crushed and you know what I did? I yelled at him then picked a fight, a physical fight.”
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Severus stiffened.
“No, he bit my arse actually.” She said with a laugh. “We ended up in the main room the death eaters used and we waited, talked. He was curious about us; Draco told him what happened years ago.” Severus smirked, certain it came as a bit of a shock to Lucius. “Finally we learned that we had triggered Morgana’s magic and she had plans for us.” Hermione set her glass on the table and stared up at Severus. “Sev….I slept with Malfoy.”
“Did you now?” He asked softly, one dark brow arched.
“Are you angry?” She asked, her hand lighting on his thigh.
“Do you want me to be angry, Minute?” He asked, sliding his hand from the back of the booth to the back of her head where he played lightly in her curls. “Do you have feelings for him then?”
“You know me Sev, what do you think?” She lowered her eyes.
“I think that for all your talk, you would not let a man touch you who you had no feelings for.” He said softly. “You owe me nothing; you don’t have to be ashamed.”
“I don’t…I had no choice, we had to or we wouldn’t be able to get out.” She said, trying to justify the passionate moments spent in Lucius Malfoy’s arms.
“So it was only inside the temple?” He saw her cheeks flush and knew there had been more. He was jealous, he wouldn’t deny it, he knew that she had never taken another lover in all the years they had been friends, though he had on occasion slept with other witches. He had no right to his hypocritical feelings, but they were there. “It’s alright, you aren’t bound to me. You did not betray me.” He said, watching the tears well in her eyes. “How did Lucius handle himself?”
Hermione started to laugh, images of Lucius handling himself in bed next to her flitting through her mind.
“He was a perfect gentleman.” She said. “He thinks me ill mannered and a bitch.” She laughed. “But he keeps trying to reach me, he wasn’t happy when I walked away from him.”
“He has feelings for you?” Severus asked in surprise.
“They aren’t real, I was the first woman in his bed in a decade, his feelings are a result of the circumstances.” She scoffed. Severus wasn’t so certain, Lucius wasn’t a man who tossed his affections about lightly, he never had been, if he said he cared, then he cared. And if he said he cared for a muggleborn, one who bested him in battle, then he really meant it.
“If you say so.” He said, staring at her as she stared at the table. She wasn’t so sure either, about his feelings or her own. He paid the bill and helped her from the booth. He held her cloak for her as she slipped her arms inside then turned abruptly and put her arms around him, her head resting on his chest. “What’s this?” He asked, his arms coming around her.
“You are the only person who doesn’t judge me, Sev.” She said. “For the most part you are all I have.”
“And you will always have me, Minute.” He said softly. “Come on, it’s getting late.”
“My place?” She queried. Severus smiled; it had been awhile since he had shared her bed.
“Hold on.” He said just before he apparated them from the restaurant to her house. He let her go and took her cloak. “I had planned on going for a walk, but this is good too.” He said, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a small package. “Happy Birthday, Minute.”
She smiled and plucked the ribbon on the box. Severus was nuzzling the side of her neck, his hands smoothing over the curve of her waist and around her back so that he could lower the zipper on the back of her dress. He heard her gasp softly and lifted his head to see her lifting her gift from the box.
It was a timepiece. A wristwatch, custom made with a wide leather band and a covering over the face. She had been breaking watches for years on excavations, spending a small fortune in replacements. She was always snapping the band or banging the face into something and breaking the crystal. She flipped up the leather covering and tears filled her eyes when she saw the inscription burned into the leather. For Minute, So time will not get away from you. Always, Severus.
“It has a protective spell on it to resist damage.” He said quietly as he took it from her and put it on her wrist. It didn’t exactly compliment the elegant dress she was wearing but it would be absolutely perfect for work. “It doesn’t go with your dress.” He said, bringing her hand up to kiss her palm. “We should get rid of it.” He said, sliding his hands to her shoulders. He had already handled the zipper so it was just a matter of pulling the dress forward and down her arms, letting it fall around her feet.
Severus growled at the sight of her in the tiny, black bra, panties and stockings. She moved to remove her shoes but he stopped her.
“Oh no, leave them on.” He whispered, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping tight around his waist.
“Severus, you kinky devil.” She laughed, her fingers locked behind his neck. “Thank you for tonight, dinner, the watch.” She lowered her lips to his gently, kissing him and being kissed back, but only briefly. Severus wasn’t much on kissing which was a shame, because Hermione enjoyed being thoroughly and passionately kissed.
She found herself lying in the center of her bed watching Severus undress. From the look in his eye she could tell she was in for a rough ride. She began to wonder what it would be like if he took her gently, touching and tasting her with the tenderness she had experienced with Lucius. Her stomach clenched and it wasn’t from desire, it was because she realized she actually missed the blond bastard. How was it possible for her to have feelings so similar for two men so different?
She was quickly distracted by the sight of a shirtless Severus crawling up the foot of her bed. He was pale, smooth and well defined. She never understood how anyone thought him anything more than beautiful with his silky black hair, dark brooding eyes and that sinister yet sensual curve of his lips. Even his great hook of a nose was stunning, he just wouldn’t look right without it.
“What are you staring at, Minute?” He asked as he came to rest at her side half lying on top of her.
“You.” She said, pushing his hair back from his face. “You are beautiful.” Severus furrowed his brow and looked into her eyes. Something was off, she never said such things to him, they kept their trysts passionate yet lighthearted, never getting too involved, too intimate.
“Minute?” He looked so confused as he whispered his pet name for her. “Are you alright?”
“Could you…kiss me?” She asked. Severus wondered at the tender look on her face and lowered his head, his lips touching hers, sliding, rubbing, his tongue dipping into her mouth to taste. She moaned, her hands on his shoulders pulling him flush against her as they kissed.
Severus sensed a change in her; she never wanted tenderness from him before, just the passion and the release that their coming together brought. Their tender moments were always outside the bedroom because it kept their friendship and their sexual relationship separate. Why the sudden shift? Was she ready for something more?
“Severus!” He jerked upright at the sound of his name being called from the living room.
“What in the hell?” He climbed out of Hermione’s bed, wincing and readjusting his erection so he could walk comfortably as he headed towards the door. He stopped at the end of the hall and stared in disbelief at Professor McGonagall standing in front of Hermione’s fireplace.
“Oh thank goodness!” She said, her eyes widening when she saw that he was half undressed. She blushed when Hermione came slipping up behind him tying the sash on her red satin robe.
“What is it, Minerva, I am a little busy?” He drawled, his hand sliding over Hermione’s back.
“OH…I didn’t think…I thought….erm….” She was flustered, she knew that they were close but she hadn’t realized how close. “There is an emergency at the school, Headmaster. The fourth year Slytherins have set that small herd of Hagrid’s hippogriffs loose in the school. They have demolished the great hall thus far.”
“Damn it!” Severus snarled as he turned on his heel and stomped back to Hermione’s room to retrieve his clothing. He was buttoning his coat when he came back, bending down to kiss Hermione quickly on the lips. “I’m so sorry, Minute, you have no idea how sorry I am.” He growled.
“It’s alright, Sev, I start that new project tomorrow here in Britain, we can try again.” She said. “Go on, save the school…again.” She laughed when he rolled his eyes and followed McGonagall into the hearth, vanishing in the swirl of green flames.
Hermione sighed and turned off the lights before she went to her room and undressed completely then curled onto her side in her cold, lonely bed and went to sleep. She dreamed she was being ripped apart, Severus on one side, Lucius on the other.
Lucius sat behind his desk staring at the moon outside his window. It had been nearly a month since his release and he still couldn’t get enough of looking at the sky. He had rearranged his bedchamber so that when he lay in his bed at night he could see outside when he opened his eyes. He had changed a lot of things in the short amount of time he had been free. He had gotten new clothing, made some changes to his house and was slowly getting back into the practice of running his businesses, though he had decided not to take over completely.
Draco had run them admirably in his absence and his son loved what he was doing. Since it was Draco’s inheritance he decided it was best to let him continue running the majority of things. He could hear Draco speaking from behind him, but he wasn’t paying much attention. He should be listening, but his mind was on her.
He still could not believe she had run out on him the way she had, with that flippant little wave wearing one of his shirts and still carrying the scent of him on her body. It bothered him that he still wanted her, missed her when he barely knew her. He had not even missed Narcissa while he was incarcerated and she had been with him for over twenty years. Yet he spends a few days with a young, rather rude and snarky witch and he pines for her like a lovesick fool.
“You aren’t listening to me at all are you, Father?” Draco asked, setting his files aside. “Thinking about her again?”
Lucius turned in his chair to look at his son. It was like looking at him self as a young man, except Draco would be a better man than he had been.
“I apologize; I did not mean to ignore you, Draco.” Lucius said, reaching for the figures Draco had been going over.
“I’ll assume she still hasn’t replied to your letters.” Draco said, leaning back in his chair. He couldn’t believe how smitten his father was with Hermione Granger.
“No, she hasn’t.”
“Dad, I know your pride was wounded when she left the way she did, but obviously she isn’t interested in anything more. Why don’t you go out with Penelope again, she seemed to really like you.” Draco said.
Penelope Pendergrass was a pureblood who Lucius had attempted to have an evening with a few weeks prior. He found himself quickly bored by the conversation and missing the rather amusing, slightly naughty discussions he had held with Hermione in the temple. Determined to get Hermione out of his system, Lucius had gone home with the witch but had not stayed, unable to work up an arousal for the woman. He had gone home to his bed where he stroked himself to an intense orgasm with thoughts of Hermione flitting through his head.
“No, Penelope bored me to tears.” Lucius said, signing off on the documents in front of him.
“Then go see her.”
“I would if I knew where she was. I’ve been sending letters to the ministry but she is rarely in her office from what I understand and always in the field. Her receptionist will not tell me where she is currently excavating either.” Lucius said, frowning.
“You could always ask Uncle Sev, you haven’t seen him since you’ve been out and I’m sure he would know.” Draco said.
Lucius grinned, Draco was right, Severus always knew where she was, and she had told him that he was her emergency contact.
“You are absolutely right, Draco. I think I should schedule an appointment to visit my old friend and see if he can help me.” He reached for parchment and quill and quickly scrawled out a letter.
“Are you going to tell him why you want to see her?” Draco asked, watching as his father handed the letter to the tawny eagle owl sitting on the windowsill. Lucius looked back over his shoulder and smiled.
“Why of course I am, Draco, he’s the competition after all; I want him to know that I mean to win.”