Rules and Regulations

This was written for the Lucius/Hermione gift exchange.


My Lucius Malfoy was inspired by SoftObsidian's Lucius in her story, Two Much.


Thank you to my beta, Margaritamama, this fic would have never taken off without you, Babe!


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With clipboard in hand, Hermione ran through her multiple to do lists as she and Headmistress McGonagall walked down the main hallway of Hogwarts towards the entryway to the Headmistress’ office. It was three days before students would arrive at school and Hermione intended that all would be in perfect order according to the Headmistress’ and her own high standards.


“If you would notify the staff of our agenda for the first day of term, I'd be most appreciative.” Minerva McGonagall nodded at Hermione, smiling at her ever-efficient Assistant Deputy Headmistress.


Hermione had graduated from Hogwarts only the year before and had returned as librarian after Madam Pince had retired. She needed two years of student teaching before she could become a full-fledged professor. Headmistress McGonagall and Hermione had worked out a perfect schedule which allowed Hermione to student teach in the mornings and run the library in the afternoons.


In the meantime, Minerva McGonagall intended to mentor her young charge and assigned Hermione to the position of Assistant Deputy Headmistress. In essence, her administrative assistant, someone who could be her right hand man (or in this case, woman) in assisting Minerva with the multitude of administrative tasks her role as headmistress of Hogwarts required. Hermione was thrilled to have her prior Head of House mentoring her and was secretly delighted by the title, list of tasks and authority the position implied.


Hermione nodded and turned towards the staff room. She wanted to get copies of the agenda into everyone’s mail cubbies and then post the staff agenda for the teacher’s meeting the Headmistress would be holding that afternoon. Additionally, she also wanted to ensure the teachers had the updated school rules and regulations handbook to review prior to term beginning.


Most especially, she wanted to ensure that Lucius Malfoy read those rules and regulations.


She shook her head in disgust; she found it inconceivable that a Death Eater had been asked to be a professor at Hogwarts, as part of his probation. The man had spent years advocating blood purity, twisting his own son into a carbon copy of himself, and the Ministry actually had made the imbecilic decision that this was a man they wanted to help form young minds. It made absolutely no sense to her whatsoever. From her perspective, she believed it to be highly probable that he would take it upon himself to warp these young malleable minds.


She argued fiercely against his appointment but her objections seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minster of Magic, assured her that Lucius Malfoy was a reformed man, no longer holding bigoted biases after his twenty months spent in Azkaban. His appointment as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts would be invaluable to both the students at Hogwarts and the Ministry.


Hermione snorted to herself, invaluable her arse. The man was a despicable, hateful excuse for a wizard and she intended to watch him very closely to ensure he would never get the opportunity to corrupt young minds. A tiger did not lose its life-long stripes after a short, measly twenty months. She shook her head again, honestly, how completely idiotic. Fortunately, her appointment as Assistant Deputy Headmistress gave her the authority to administer all new policies within the school. He would get nothing by her she nodded to herself as she walked briskly into the staff room.


Staff slowly began to fill the room. The last to arrive was Lucius Malfoy. He seemed to glide into the room with nary a care in the world, the pompous arse, Hermione thought as he chose one of the chairs by the huge stone fireplace and settled himself upon it as if he were lord of the manor. He managed to exude an elegant, no wait, not elegant, bored air about him. Hermione felt her lip curl in disgust and couldn’t help but frown in his direction, watching him pick non-existent lint from his robes. ‘What a conceited arse,” she thought.


Minerva greeted the staff and jumped right into the primary topics. They covered Ministry policy, school governance, and new curriculum. Hermione began passing out the new rules and regulations handbook. As she approached Lucius Malfoy, she told the staff she expected them to review the material before students arrived, looking directly at the dark wizard as she spoke. He yawned discreetly behind his hand and she purposefully dropped the handbook directly into his lap, causing him a quite a bit of discomfort. He sat up grimacing and caught the slight smile on her face as she moved away from him; obviously enjoying the pain she had inflicted upon him.


He narrowed his eyes. The little witch had deliberately dropped that book on him.


Damned little chit, she could stand to be taken down a peg or two. Lucius surreptitiously studied the young witch as she moved about the staff room handing out the updated Hogwarts Teacher’s Handbook. The woman was trying to be a mini version of Minerva McGonagall.


She was an absolute disaster. Her teaching robes appeared to swallow her whole, were high-necked and buttoned up to her eyeballs. Her hair painfully pulled back in a bun at the nape of her neck, it was a wonder she didn’t wear a continual air of perpetual surprise upon her face with how tightly her hair was scraped back from her forehead. All she needed was a pair of spectacles to dangle off the tip of her nose. Goddess, the little witch was an unattractive, uptight little thing constantly harping on about rules and regulations, trying to ensure everyone followed policy. Particularly, that he follow policy.


Personally, he was sick of her warbling and had taken to ignoring her, which, to his amusement, irritated her to no end. Now, she seemed hell-bent to annoy him, in turn. She’d been voicing little digs at him at every faculty meeting, blatantly ignoring any opinion he offered up or talking over him when he began to speak. She loaded his mail cubby with action items he was required to show progress on weekly. Her last little ploy demanded he give her his lesson plan for Headmistress McGonagall to review and it was necessary that he show the first month of term plans before term was scheduled to begin. His displeasure was keenly felt when he found out he was the only one who’d been required to submit in lesson plans.


He was very much aware of her objections to him being asked to teach at Hogwarts. He enjoyed a small perverse pleasure in the fact that he was Professor Malfoy and she wasn’t professor of anything as yet. The sanctimonious, little harpy.



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Hermione, in her zealousness, placed a charm on the updated Rules and Regulations Hogwarts Handbook. She wasn’t the brightest witch of her age for nothing, after all. It let her know who on staff read through the new manual.


The day before term was to begin she was highly annoyed. Of course, Lucius Malfoy hadn’t bothered to crack open his copy. She shook her head in disgust as she headed towards his classroom. Why was she not surprised? He obviously believed he was still above rules and regulations. Gods forbid any policy pertain to him. ‘Well, not on her watch,’ she thought as she barged into his classroom.


He sat behind a massive desk situated at the front of the classroom writing in a large ledger. She walked briskly up to the desk and stood before him, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. Instead, he continued to write ignoring her completely.


She silently fumed and already irritated with him, snapped out, “Mr. Malfoy.”


She waited for a response. He continued writing.


She said a little louder, “Mr. Malfoy.”


“It’s Professor Malfoy, actually.” His voice low and silky as he set down his quill and leaned back in his chair, raising his icy grey eyes. A look of disdain clear upon his face as he swept his gaze over her. "And you should knock before entering my classroom, weren’t you taught any manners? Oh, yes, I forgot your upbringing…”


Hermione saw red. How dare he insult her! The audacity of the man knew no bounds, making a dig at her upbringing indeed. The man was a criminal and didn’t deserve the same level of respect she afforded the other teachers. She refused to be intimidated and stepped closer to the desk. She dropped the Hogwarts Handbook on it and stepped back. She raised her head defiantly, as she looked down her small nose at him.


“I believe I have one of these already,” he sneered up at her.


“You haven’t read it,” she snapped at him.


He didn’t respond, but continued to gaze at her.


“You are required to read this prior to term beginning.”


“Term hasn’t begun, as yet.”


“When do you intend to read it, Mr. Malfoy?” Hermione nearly growled in irritation as she raised her clipboard and began making furious notes on a piece of parchment.


“Professor Malfoy,” he said softly.


“What?” She looked up from her clipboard.


“Professor Malfoy, not Mr. Malfoy.”


She waved her hand, dismissively. “When do you intend to read the Handbook?”


“Say it.”


“Say what?”


“Don’t play at being obtuse, Miss Granger, it doesn’t suit you.”


“You need to read this Handbook before term begins, tomorrow,” she stated, with particular emphasis on the word ‘tomorrow’ then turned and began to walk away from him.


As she approached the classroom door, it slammed shut. Hermione gasped and whirled around to face him.


She was furious. “Open this door, immediately.”


Lucius slowly stood up and with a wave of his hand; her wand flew through the air into his hand. Hermione’s jaw dropped in complete surprise. Realizing she stood with her mouth hanging open, she snapped it shut.


“Open this door and return my wand, immediately,” she ground out, her eyes sparkling with fury.


He slowly moved from behind the desk, his platinum hair falling lushly around his shoulders. He looked powerful and dangerous in his black robes. “I think not. You and I need to have a little chat,” his voice languid as he slowly circled around his desk.


She refused to show how much he unnerved her but couldn’t help but take a small step backwards.


“We don’t need to have a discussion of any kind.” She brought the clipboard up as if it were a shield and held it tightly pressed against her chest.


He now stood in front of his desk, his eyes a steely grey as he looked at her assessingly. She felt the color rise in her cheeks at his cold perusal of her.


“Miss Granger,” he smirked, “you seem to live for rules and regulations, do you not?” He wasn’t really asking, and she stood as still as a statue as he slowly approached her. “I’ve decided to issue a few of my own for you to follow.”


His voice was so low it caused a shiver to run up the back of her neck and her nipples stiffened under his gaze. Horrified by her body’s reaction, she clenched her teeth together as he walked around her until he stood directly behind her.


“Rule number one, you knock on my classroom and office door and wait for my permission to enter. Rule number two, you politely gain my attention should you wish me to peruse some administrative or other arbitrary piece of school literature and place it in my hand, not my lap, and finally, rule number three, you address me as either Professor or Sir when speaking to or about me. You won’t like the consequences should you decide to ignore what I’ve just told you. I can assure you my detentions will be much more severe than what you experienced as a student.”


He walked slowly to stand in front of her and waited for her to acknowledge what she had just heard.


Hermione looked up at him slowly. For all his coldness, he was a remarkably handsome man. He was tall and imposing, his very posture emanating a regal beauty. It suddenly dawned on her that she found herself enamored of his beauty regardless as to what nonsense he had just spouted at her. Appalled, then furious of her reaction, she stepped back, putting distance between them as quickly as possible.


“I’d like you to acknowledge what I’ve just told you. Then you need to decide if you intend to run out the door to continue your childish behavior towards me or stay here and discuss what a working adult relationship looks like.”


Her spine stiffened, she realized how easily he’d played her, and she glared at him. His lips quirked.


“Have the Handbook read by tomorrow.” She snarled then spun on her heel towards the door. She waved her hand in a quick Alohomora, pulling the door open so hard it banged against the wall.


As she nearly ran out the door, she could hear his low chuckling. She was desperate to reach her private rooms and put as much distance as possible between her and THAT man. What the hell had just happened? He threatened her and she now found him unbearably attractive? He was everything she stood against. What was wrong with her?


The thought of what had just occurred made her squirm. How could she ever face him again without turning red? She sighed, realizing she probably would work very hard to deal with him as little as possible. After all, he was way out of her class, and she wasn’t thinking purebloods versus other bloods, either. No, he was too good-looking. Too damned self-assured, too damned dominant. With that platinum hair, steely grey eyes, and authority he exuded he was definitely a man nothing like the boys she was used to.


“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said as she banged her head against the wall once she had reached the sanctity of her room. He had her damned wand. She found herself thinking she might be in over her head with one Lucius Malfoy….

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