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Two
"Oh shit! Hermione!" Harry muttered under his breath. Ron's mouth was still open until Lavender poked him hard in the ribs. She never gets a hint! Ron thought, his face losing color as Lucius Malfoy made his way to Hermione.
"I hope she knows that she is in some deep shit," a first year Ravenclaw boy whispered. Harry's eyes narrowed, smacking him on the head, accidently- on- purpose. Ginny's grip tightened on his arm, and he couldn't even think of anything to say to her which could calm her down, because he himself was shocked shitless.
The crowd parted like the red sea, allowing Lucius to walk to Hermione so he could stand in front of her. He towered over, looking down at her. Hermione could feel the blush spread over her face as he gave her a once over. He man was easily 6'5, with broad shoulders and long white blond hair. Hermione gulped, nervousness taking over the angry demeanor. Lucius Malfoy's eyes were hard and emotionless, but inside he was raging. The damn witch had some nerve! He wanted to wrap his hands around her pretty little neck and choke her. No one ever dared say such things about Lucius Malfoy, and that little fire brand had fed him a mouthful. Fire raged deep within him, slowly racing through his veins.
"Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she asked, nervously licking her lips. The action was not missed my Lucius Malfoy. His eyes traveled down to her lips, and he reeled back. They were the most beautiful lips he had ever seen. Soft, full and plump, begging to be kissed. They were the color of red roses and looked just as soft. Her skin was smooth, like porcelain. Not a blemish, pimple or freckle was visible. Her eyes were huge, the color of chocolate but now they blazed like molten lava. Her bushy eye brows were gone, replaced by shapely eyebrows. Oh Merlin! His days weren't so bad that he was looking at a seventeen year old that way! he thought. But she's not seventeen anymore. She's eighteen now, the year she missed is why she is here now, a sly voice in his head said. Lucius ignored it.
"I didn't even hit your son and somehow the father knows just when to swoop in to defend his son," Hermione said coldly. Her voice held a hint of sarcasm, which ignited Lucius Malfoy's anger even more. She should consider herself lucky she had been the one to save him from Azkaban, or else he would have hexed her beyond belief.
"Do not mock me, Miss Granger. Your speech was ah, so touching." She stared into his eyes, unflinching. Bravery, he had to give her that. He wasn't sure how many people would look him dead in the eye. Maybe I am losing my touch, he thought, but smirked inwardly. He could see her pulse racing, and her blush was still evident. No he was not losing his touch. The little fire brand was nervous and damn well deserved to be. Hermione blushed harder, the velvety voice sending shivers down her back. Be calm! Hermione told herself. Don't show him any fear.
"I am, however not here for my son. Draco has manners, something you seem to lack. I know your parents raised you better than that." The mention of her parents seemed to cause her blood to stop. That's not possible! He can't have gotten near them! Hermione thought, horrified. If there was one thing she was scared for, it was her parents. She could fight to the death for them, and Lucius Malfoy would be dead before he even touched them.
"Yes, Miss Granger. I visited them. During the war. Don't worry I didn't hurt them. Very nice people, but it's a shame that their daughter is so rude." Hermione relaxed, but only a little bit. She didn't trust Lucius Malfoy, no matter how much he had helped them during the war. In her eyes he was still a cold blooded murderer.
"I do have manners. I just don't think I need to use them when I am with a killer." Lucius Malfoy froze. Two could play at that game. He wasn't a loser, and especially not to little girls. He'd make her take those words back, everything she was saying to him. He thought of various ideas, smirking.
"You might want to keep that mouth in check.
"I would like to hear you say that speech to my face. Unless, you're not as brave as I thought," he said, cocking his eye brow. Hermione wanted to slap him. First, he came into the school as though he owned it and then he stood there telling her she had no manners. And now, the old man had the nerve to imply she was a coward.
"No thank you. Once was enough. I am sure you don't want me to destroy that precious ego of yours," Hermione said, sweetly. Lucius Malfoy moved closer to her, until there was one centimeter left between them. Hermione felt his body heat, and a smell invaded her senses. She had smelled it before he came, but she could place who it belonged to. Now she knew. Only Lucius Malfoy had that smell. Spice and musk. It invaded her senses completely, clung to her until she couldn't breathe. Hermione ignored the feeling to cling to him. That would do no good.
"I don't believe it's about my ego," Lucius said in a silky voice. Hermione's eyes roamed over him. His cloak was black, jet black, it was made of the finest material and it made ever one else look dirty in comparison.
Things were bad enough with Draco and she could put up with his taunts. She had been doing so for almost six years. But Lucius Malfoy was another story. If Draco was a hurricane, then Lucius Malfoy was a tsunami and hurricane. His very being commanded power and authority. People who were within his presence felt like complete fools, and wining an argument with him was impossible. And just why am I thinking about this? Hermione thought to herself. She wasn't here to win an argument with Lucius Malfoy. No freaking way.
"No, believe me, it's about your ego," Hermione spat out.
"Miss Granger, you have a smart mouth. You might want to keep it in check. "
"And just why the hell would I do that?" Oh God, Hermione needs to keep her mouth shut! Harry thought. Since when has she been so out spoken towards an adult? Lucius Malfoy smiled, and it sent Hermione's heart racing. Damn the man was just too gorgeous! Mentally slapping herself for even thinking such a thing, Hermione held her ground. She made a mistake and now it was her turn to suffer the consequences.
"Didn't any one inform you yet?" he asked, enjoying her look of confusion. It was rare when Miss Granger was confused and he took pleasure in it that he was causing her confusion.
"Inform me of what?" she asked, drawing her eye brows together.
"Your speech was so touching for your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher."
