Title: Real Love

Author: AddisonRae

Rating: PG13

Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor

Warnings: cheating on spouse. Mild language.

Summary: UPDATED AND REVAMPED! Now we get some of the back story, a court scene, and the plot thickens…

Hermione Granger pounded her fist against the smooth wood of the large door she was currently staring at. The door did not respond, but the man inside did. A man with long, pale blonde hair and chiseled facial features opened the door, groggily wiping the sleep from his eyes. He stared at her blankly, and then moved to allow her to pass.

"He's gone and done it again!" Hermione screamed.

"It's bloody three in the morning!" Lucius Malfoy grumbled.

Hermione whipped round and glared furiously at him. The much taller, much stronger blonde man cowered under her glare. He gestured for her to enter the kitchen. Hermione felt Lucius' hand rest comfortingly on her back and relaxed slightly. He pulled out a chair for her and she sat across from him. Lucius set about making tea and let Hermione vent, he knew releasing her stress would make her much better company.

"He was with her! Again!" Hermione hissed angrily.

"By 'her' I assume you mean the Weasley twit?" he sneered.

"Yes! He was with HER…in MY bed!"

Lucius stopped now. He turned to Hermione, drinking in the sight of her. She was furious, her face slightly pink from crying and yelling yet again. Her petite frame was complemented by the rather small nightgown she was wearing. Lucius pictured her coming home form another late night at the office and seeing her husband in bed with his mistress. Adding insult to the injury was the fact that it was her bed. He felt the sudden urge to strangle The Boy Who Stole The Best Woman In The World.

"So what did you do?" Lucius asked calmly.

"The usual. I yelled a little. Cried a little…and then I came here." Hermione said quietly, "I'm sorry I woke you. I'll just leave."

"He doesn't deserve you, Hermione." Lucius said softly.

Hermione froze in the doorway. She slowly turned. Lucius had gotten up to follow her and she found herself staring at his well-built chest. Her gaze slowly grazed up his torso to meet his slate gray eyes. Harry's eyes had never held that much emotion when he looked at her. He saved that for Ginny. Try as she might, Hermione couldn't even hate Ginny. She knew that Ginny had loved Harry for years, and she knew Harry had loved her. But after Ron's death it just seemed natural for her and Harry to marry. She regretted it every day. Lucius' hands found her arms and he turned her all the way around, pulling her gently from the doorway.

"He doesn't deserve you. He doesn't love you. You've never experienced real love." Lucius whispered in her ear.

"I…I can't go back there, Luc." Hermione whimpered. "I can't see them again."

"If you stay here, I might not be able to control myself." Lucius muttered huskily.

"Good. I could use a dose of real love." Hermione said.

Lucius quickly pulled her closer. His lips found hers and soon there was a craze of frantic hands and fingers, pulling and tugging at buttons and zippers. Mouths bit and tasted flesh, and uttered soft moans of pleasure. And Harry Potter watched it all, from the kitchen doorway. He smiled lightly to himself, and let the divorce papers on the hallway table.