DISCLAIMER; HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new develoments, are my intellectual property.

A/N So here we are, now be ready for the wild ride, Lucius cannot behave, and he is bound to find things are not as they seem. Warning, never assume you have guessed it all. This is not a drama, yet, it is my intention to play with Lucius.

One long or two shorter more chapters after this. It has an ending, of sorts.

Traveling with the Snake

Right before she left she got another owl, she read the chicken scrawl.

I have gigantic news. Narcissa is now, ready? Narcissa Lestrange. I saw them out sheer luck and asked around. They've been traveling for six months, the three of them. They were with a young witch, that certainly looked like Narcissa. Dunno, but she seems to be their daughter. I think the Malfoy will murder them.

Holly cow, poor Draco, the double dealing mother lying to him.Thought Hermione, at least it isn't my problem...no yet, a Fate laughed.

They arrived to the Spanish Resort where the meetings were being held. Hermione had Portkey in the Chanel suit bought for her by the Ministry. She wore a short jacket with a pencil skirt, slit on the side, a chiffon sleeveless blouse, three inch dress shoes, and her hair pinned up.

Lucius looked at her out the corner of his eye, and had to grudgingly accept that she was, hmm, okay, barely pretty. However, her clothes were too alluring, too body fitting, ust unacceptable. So much leg showing, just covered with colorless silk stockings; the view was dusturbing. And she was right about him not being with a witch for a while, but she was off by a lot. He had not been with a witch since the war. His mind drifted to his last years with the Black witch.

And why had he not been with a witch for so long? Because Narcissa cried day and night; that imbecile Andromeda would come, and they'd cried together. She cried over Sirus her first love, over Dora her niece, over Remus (a former crush), over all the dark deeds at the Manor, and, and. Andromeda was a blood traitor that abused ,his hospitality, dreadful.

Andromeda had poisoned his sweet sheep, his Narcissa, not too clever, her eyes a little bovine, but a nice body, and a good shag. She had been convinced that the Blacks were at fault in the Voldermort debacle. And how her sister had nearly killed Miss Granger, and blah, blah..."

And then she divorced him, claiming his darkness was opressing. An unprecedented divorce, and the evil Black witch did it, very well knowing she was dooming him, in the count they had a son.

Perhaps, he could have sex with other witches, but frankly the idea of going after some other wizard made him queasy. Besides having to explain the dry, unsatisfactory climaxes was too uncomfortable. The one time, while married to Cissy, the witch thought he was faking it, and he just was, well, unable.

Back to the moment, yes at the end of the line, it was all the muddy's fault. If not for her, Draco would be married to a witch who would understand family laws. Now he had to suffer, yes it was her fault.

He walked a few steps behind her, flanked by the Aurors, and he got to check her legs. He wasn't blind, and liked the way her calf muscles flexed, and the sway of her hips, the tiny waist; she was very graceful. He was reminded of someone he had seen before, of whom? And some of her mannerisms were rather familiar, but whose?

And fuck, he was hard, for her? A chill ran along his spine...but he still looked, surreptitiously.

Finally, they arrived. They went into their suite. He found his room barely acceptable, granted he liked the the large assortment of biscuits, marzipan, and turron, not bad, their sweets look decent.

Damn, he could hear muddy's shower going. And the idea of the witch taking a shower was disturbing. He went into his bathroomand placed his ear on the wall, and could hear her singing. She sang while getting her body wet, naked, soaping her lithe, toned body, a few meters from him. He hated this trip; mostly, because he didn't like where his thoughts kept leading him.

Now in their way to an exhibit, he had to verbally attack her, "And once again, I accepted to come with you in this stupid mission, but I cannot go with you nearly naked, dressed as a strumpet."

She looked at her clothes incomprehensibly, Draco had liked the clothes; she had bought them with him for this mission. She wore the skinny trousers from the House of Gold, with the matching right-below-the hips tunic, made of a transparent silk, and closed with colored leather strings, under it, a flesh color camisole, short boots, and a mid-thigh short-sleeved coat made of brocade strips.

A modern suitable attire for the afternoon viewing, of the avant-garde works of art of Fulgencio Crisantemus, a new artist up and coming wizard artist. She thought that it would have made for a nice afternoon together. She'd been wrong.

"We really need to recognize our grave mistake. We shouldn't have come together; however, Draco had assured me you would be able to meet the demands of any mission."

She couldn't stop herself, "What, in your opinion, makes me dressed as a slag?"

"Wearing your underclothes in the outside." Was his curtly, fast answer.

"No I am not." She looked at the tunic, as she gave her coat to the attendant. "You are just not into modern fashion."

His eyes were about to bug out when he saw her without the coat.

"I am going to tell you what, you walk on this side, and I will view the other side. You are practically naked, and it is more than I can handle. Is this acceptable?" He tapped his foot angrily.

"Do whatever." Gods, she missed Draco, her husband. They should have waited to marry, at least she would no be feeling as if she were a widow. And she feared and hated this pompous ass, and only because that New York snob demanded it, she'd brought one of the Malfoy wizards, Lucius.

Draco had a blind eye as far as Lucius was concerned, and wanted her to love the monster, no way. She remembered their talk two days after they married.

"You need to love him for our sake. He isn't bad, just misguided. He isn't well since Mother left him. Imagine the anger when he finds out about Severus and her. What will happen when he is told that they didn't go with Harry? I wish that she hadn't told me. My uncles Lestrange are wrong for helping them; my aunt Andy is responsible, she hates father. Poor father, and don't forget about the Lady of the Manor, the Malfoy law."

Yes, the damn law, at the time Draco thought Lucius wouldn't demand it, but now alone with him, she worried. Yes, Draco right after they had made love, once again, their last night, and one of his 'by the way' bombs.

"My witch, I love being with you, would like to stay inside of you forever. And, by the way, I've been meaning to tell you, seemingly the Lady's law will naturally attract you to Father the longer you are near him, what a relief."

The dirty snake was always springing his 'by the ways,' while she was feeling so great, all seemed well. It was his tactic.

Yes, a real relief, and now she was worrying that Draco was warning and preparing her. She should had remembered his words before forcing this anaconda blond snake, to come with her in this mission. Her smart move to keep him busy while her spy searched, was a bad move.

Her spy finding were bad enough; Severus had really gone off with Harry. And the rest was was an opportunistic ruse, concocted by the Black sisters; and Narcissa had gone and married her old flames, one of them, the Lestrange brothers.

Hopefully Draco was wrong, and his last remark before his lips latched on her nipple, gods she missed him, his words, "Don't worry it works both ways, it will be fine. I love the way you taste. Yeah, I am hard again, gods I love how you squeeze my…"

What was wrong with her? Draco made her brain mush, she should have found out more, and should have told him that she refused the idiotic law, even if it meant their marriage would have to be annulled; well if Lucius would allow it. Thus far it never happened in the history of the Malfoy, Narcissa was an unprecedented divorce; one fought by Lucius till the last minute.

Never mind, don't dwell upon it, he hates me too much, surely Draco was mistaken. This painting, wow…

"Holly cow, I like the painting, it is quiet good," She whispered to herself. Now her mind was fully engaged in the art. The colors just make this painting, Fulgencio is a genius. He has an eye for color. It is as if he lived during the time of the great ones. His style reminds me of a young Salvador Dali, but the colors are more eye catching.

She bent a bit more to admire a detail, and in doing so, her bum stuck out a bit, just enough for Lucius to see it. A dual reaction took place, his mouth went dry at the delectable peach, ripe enough for a bite; as his trusted, finely honed, and unused weapon did a little flip; and his stomach did another one, of revulsion.

Was he, for the fourth time in one day, lusting about little miss muddy, in lower case? How could this be happening? Maybe the old law was hogwash; but why had to be miss peachy making him real hard, without potions? A shiver ran through him, of lust, and disgust, a mix of both.

And the next sight made his eyes see red. One of the Wizards they came to see, one of the Yankees sat on the bench in the middle of the room , his eyes glued to the delectable peach. What lack of respect, what was he, chopped liver? He had come as little miss peachy's beau, as her lover. He hadn't noticed that she was no longer 'muddy,' or the upgraded 'miss muddy,' but was now promoted to a somewhat less pejorative name, miss peachy (lower case.) Not much in the real scale; yes, that was true, but a step up nonetheless.

His eyes narrowed in disgust. He smoothed his linen robe, fixed his hair, and went to pull out his wand. Fuck, no wand...hmm...never mind, it was in her pocket. Peachy had insisted, "I better keep your wand until we return to our room."

He would be dammed, the idiot's eyes were crossing, and was he panting? Lucius came behind him and tapped his shoulder.

The much shorter wizard, whose hair was thinning on the top, Lucius noticed, was a Half-blood working as a liaison. His employer was a Muggle consortium interested in buying Gold Galleons, in exchange for information, and the formation of a new chapter. Their goal was an allegiance.

He tapped again, and hissed in a low voice, "That is my fiancée as you already know. In my country a Wizard respects what is not his. " The other wizard turned a gave him a cold look.

"Are you married? Besides aren't you kind of ancient for her?" He asked Lucius, his arms crossed, looking at Lucius with yankee crudeness.

Lucius recognized the mongrel's look of disrespect for his betters, "Ah, no, but we will be married in the near future," and he twisted his mouth, disapprovingly. The cheeky idiot, he wasn't old, and the twit had obviously forgotten his place.

"And why is she not wearing an engagement ring or your family ring? As far as I'm concerned she is available, until proven otherwise. And maybe the ring on her finger will be M.I.N.E." Marcus, the NY wizard, who had his eyes set on the Britt babe, confronted him; with his eyes still glued on her. The dead wizard was looking at her with rude unbridled lust. Lucius was suspecting the entire mission was a ruse to get the witch. And the short wizard was crossed eye, to top it all.

"You have no right to ask that, I won't repeat it; quit looking at her, right now! Other wizards have disappeared for less than that!" A wandless, yes, one that would make the worm blind… but then he would be found out, and the MoM would find a way to restrict him.

Hermione had heard the raising voices, but by the time that she'd turned around... Oh, no, Lucius already had one of the representatives by the neck, with one hand, ready to kill him, and his other hand was moving and emitting sparkles.

She was about to reprimand him, when she heard, "She is not a trollop; furthermore, you don't look at ladies like that."

She smirked pleased, "Darling, I am done here, let's go to the next room, shall we?" She put her hand on his arm, and pulled him hard to free the trapped wizard.

She was about to thank him for defending her, but he got ahead of her, "I told you how you were dressed, or undressed is a better term. Just look, you are arousing Wizards all over the place; and, frankly, I didn't come here to defend your honor."

He roughly moved her hand from his arm, and grabbed hers, very hard, in anger, " We are going back to the hotel, and you will get in decent attire. If you are with a Malfoy, then play your part, be Lady Malfoy." Oh, oh, he just started a low chain reaction, had called old magic, but it was low grade, not all the words had been spoken; but once going it was a matter of time. The proverbial magic spider had been made aware, and was expediently weaving the web, to trap them like bugs.

"I will not do such thing. Are you blind Lucius? As my father's sister would say, "open those peepers," see how everyone else is dressed here, I have the most clothes by far." She tried to get away from Anaconda Malfoy, her new name for Lucius, but his hold was made out steel. She felt her temper starting to rise.

"Miss Granger, we saw you, please let us take some pictures. " It was their press rep, following them, along with other local reporters. She was a celebrity, something Lucius had not yet grasped. "By the way, the fiery red tips make your hair just to die for."

"Don't you look lovely, a true English rose, and the hair tips are just so hip." Another one said.

Then a French reporter that could had been Severus' sister asked, "Ms. Granger, is that one of the fall designs from the House of Gold? And earlier you wore, the rose and yellows Channel, and the matching shoes and handbag from the Mason Le Chasseur, right?"

"Yes, you are right, I love her taste in clothes. And her penchant for effect, the glowing red hair tips will become a fashion statement." Another reporter said.

Soon they were surrounded by many well dressed Spanish young witches were admiring her.

"Esta guapo pero un poco anciano para ella. Pero el hijo era guapísimo, pobrecita con ese viejillo, y ella es lindisima, no?"

"He is hot but a little ancient for her; poor her, saddled with the oldie, but the son was super cute. She is very pretty, no?"

Lucius had just enabled the translator, "I am not ancient, idiots," he mumbled. At his reaction, Hermione nearly laughed, stupid arse, but her temper was far from cooling, she needed to relax.

A handsome young wizard, approached them, "Herminia preciosa, como estas guapa?"

To Lucius ears, "Precious Hermione, how are you Beautiful?"

"Fernando, ay, Dios." Or, - "Fernando, oh Gods."-

And she ran to him, to Lucius discomfort. And, yes, she went straight towards the Spaniard matador, once he released his strong hold. He had to let her go with so many looking.

Lucius was aghast, the matador's clothes were so tight, that he probably couldn't breath. And he was not wearing a robe but Muggle clothes, as it seem to be the fashion here. He picked up the small witch and twirled her around, while she giggled...Fucking giggling? Had she no self-respect? He is a damn male slag, advertising all his wares... Is the fucker getting hard for her? ...unacceptable, revolting.

Lucius blood had nearly reached boiling point. His hand began twitching, his lips mouthing the start of a very nasty hex.

"Quien es ese, tu padre? No se parece mucho a ti."

Lucius heard, "Who is that, your dad? You don't look alike."

That did it, Lucius grabbed Hermione roughly by the arm, again, "Darling we must go, we will be missing our appointment. By the way I am her fiancée."

The Spaniard answered in Oxford English, "I knew that, Mr. Malfoy," and he winked an eye, "I am a liaison for the Ministry here; Don Fernando de la Plata a vuestro servicio, " he introduced himself to Lucius

"And before you ask, of course I am a Spaniard, but went to school at Hogwarts, with Charles Weasley, a good friend of mine. You might know him. From wizard to wizard, I have been after our little witch here for years. Which reminds me querida," the matador pulled Hermione's other arm, trying to get her away from Lucius. Fernando was nearly as tall as Lucius, and was indeed a matador, a magic one that was.

And looking at Hermione, "Querida, do you want to go clubbing tonight, after you put the abuelito to bed?" Fernando now held her by the waist, nearly melded to his hip.

"No she isn't going dancing, and I am not her grandfather. And you better do less looking and touching. She is nearly a Lady Malfoy, not for the likes of you, a mere peasant. Take your paws off her, immediately," Lucius was about to disclose his wandless prowess, this was way too much. His good will (the little he had), had expired a while ago.

Hermione's had not been able to say one word, between the spats of the testosterone ridden bullies. And her arms were bruised by now.

Fernando was a playboy without rival, not worth one second of her time. To kiss his lips would be akin to have a drink out a communal glass, after everyone, yuck. "Mira, mas tarde querido, later, we must go," she spoke quiet loud. It worked, Fernando had an image to keep, and she knew it.

On the way to the hotel, Lucius was fuming, "You must now see how your manner of dressing, is attracting all kinds of the wrong attention. You dragged me here, pretending to be the future Lady…, never mind. I don't look like your grandfather, do I." He had nearly started a catastrophe, a cataclysmic event, just with a slip of the tongue. He had nearly said all the required words to fully enable the magic fly trap. Lucius and Hermione being the flies to bet trapped. Something had made him stop his words; mostly because the results would make them both miserable; at least at the present time. And partly because, he was not deemed worthy of the witch's favors.

Maybe a good thing, Hermione had a guardian spirit or two, and not necessarily of the angelic sort. And one has deemed Lucius as used goods. Poor Hermione, there were other, long gone, testosterone ridden bullies trying to 'help' her.

She just wanted things to go well. But the trip wasn't going to improve, that would had been too much to hope for. Things can always get worse, as she would find this out within a few minutes. Sadly, she should have stuck to her basic rules, don't play with fire nor with snakes; and she fire seemed part of her make, and she had married into a snake family...Poor witch.

a/n are we having fun? I am...hope you are as well.