The Love of a Woman
The three apperated back to Diagon Alley and walked in silence to their shop/home.
"mama?"
"Yes Lilla."
"Me gusta él." {I like him} She said referring to Lucius.
Hermione nodded, "Y Severus tambien?" {and Severus too}
Lilla giggled in memory of the dark haired wizard they met today, "Si, el tambien." {Yes, him too}
"Roman, ¿Cuáles son sus pensamientos?" {What are your thoughts?}
He was silent for a moment, Hermione let him think, he wasn't one to respond without thought, "Él es emocional, pero él es agradable." {He's emotional, but nice} He was quiet again, but looked at his mother, "le gusta usted." {He likes you.}
Hermione didn't say anything to that; her son was too observant for his own good. She dropped the wards to the store and opened the door, but before she was finished though she heard Lilla whisper to her brother, "Pienso que mama le gusta él también." {I think mama likes him too}
Hermione rolled her eyes and ushered the twins inside.
After bath and a story she tucked them both into bed, "I want you two to think about something and let me know what you think tomorrow, okay?" Hermione said.
They looked at each other silently agreeing, "Lucius asked us to move into the Manor. He wants to get to know you and we need a place to live."
She prayed they wouldn't ask questions, but alas, they were her children, "Mama, did you know …abuelito when you were growing up?" Lilla asked.
"Yes, not well, but yes."
"What did you think of him when you were a kid?" Roman asked ever the clever child; he could sense dishonesty and half truths and always knew when there was more to the story.
She looked at him, his eyes piercing just like Draco's, "He intimidated me." she answered honestly and with finality.
He knew there was much more to that story, but his mothers tone told him he wouldn't be hearing it right now.
"I say yes." Lilla said consenting to the arrangement, that didn't surprise her, Lucius had horses and Lilla was only five and a half.
"Me too." Roman added. Now that surprised her and it must have been reflected on her face, because he explained, "You both want to… I'm outnumbered." He said simply.
She laughed at his logic… so much like his father she thought.
"Good night, my loves."
"Night mama." They said.
Hermione walked out leaving the door ajar, closed doors gave her the creeps, she walked to her make shift bed {front room pull out couch} and noticed a pretty grey owl sitting patiently outside her window.
She opened it and let it perch on her arm while she untied the parchment, she gave it an owl treat and stayed petting it for a while to let it warm up, "Do you want a response?" she asked
HOOT!
Once for yes, twice for no; Standard Owling Procedures governed by the ministry and taught in Hogwarts first year.
She closed the window and sat down to read the message.
Hermione,
I realize you just left, but I wanted to express my profound appreciation for allowing me to get to know your children; my grandchildren. Thank you.
I also wanted to reaffirm the invitation that you come live at the Manor. I find myself, more often than not, dreading the silence within its walls. Lilla and Roman would make it feel like home again, as well as it needing a witch's touch, Hermione.
The afternoon was delightful and though I sincerely hope you don't propose eating on the ground again (we have outside tables), I do look forward to more conversation with you.
Good night, Hermione.
Lucius
P.S. if you don't feel the need to respond just shoo the bird away, he'll fly back.
She looked at the bird, its eyes fluttering closed then popping open, then fluttering closed then popping open. She snorted.
,
Thank you for indulging me the picnic; it was purely used as method of your torture, I will not ask it of you again. Though, I shan't be trusted to promise not to come up with another avenue of suffering for you; so please accept my deepest sympathies in advance. Especially since, by majority vote, we've decided to take you up on your offer of residence.
As far as needing a witch's touch, I'm certain you have society-page worthy witches lining up at your doorstep just aching for you to let them polish a knob… or two.
I found myself enjoying your company as well. Thank you for having us.
P.S. What's the birds name?
Hermione.
She made kissy noises at the bird and tied the parchment to his leg. She sent him off with a treat.
It took her 15 minutes to find her favorite pair of sweats to wear and the fuzzy socks to keep her feet warm. She grabbed a glass of wine and curled up on the couch for some light reading when the owl pecked on her window.
She wondered if this was going to be a long night and maybe she should just leave the window open so she didn't have to get up each time.
The bird hopped down and made its way to where it was nestled before by the fire.
Hermione followed it and untied the parchment.
"I guess you're waiting?"
HOOT!
Hermione,
Please call me Lucius, I realize my age gives me a certain amount of authority over you, I would prefer it if we started anew. She knew he was being cheeky and smiled at his humor.
Why Miss Granger, the horror! Using such… Slytherin tactics, but don't worry your secrets safe with me. Should I see a Gryffindor, you can be sure I will walk the other lest I be tempted to share your less than admirable qualities to your kinsmen.
I'm thrilled you will be moving in, shall I invite you for tea tomorrow so that you can take a look around? Say noon? We'll make it lunch then.
I must say you are a naughty one, polishing my knob indeed – tsk tsk Miss Granger.
The birds name is Grodric.
Lucius
She laughed outright at both his responses and the birds name.
Lucius,
Why be still my beating heart. I offer my many thanks to you for keeping my more cunning character traits under wraps. It falls under the heading 'know thine enemies'.
I would formally agree to tea/lunch, but I feel that it is already assumed, so I will see you tomorrow at noon.
I like Godric.
Hermione.
He smiled and grabbed his ink and quill before looking at the bird in question currently perched on the edge of his desk rooting around for an owl snack, "doesn't she feed you?" he asked.
HOOT! HOOT! It responded dropping its head a little and drooping its eyes.
"Liar." Lucius replied picking a crumb from its feathers and showing it to the bird.
HOOT!
Hermione,
I assumed nothing… I had hoped.
Know thine enemies is a wise and healthy attitude, yet another surprising similarity to Slytherin House. Tell me Miss Granger, did you convince the sorting hat to sort you against its better judgement?
Lucius
Hermione scratched the birds wings and swore it groaned, but owls didn't groan they hooted…
Anyway, Hermione was confused at his congenial manner and almost humbled demeanor, though she still saw the disdain and arrogance, he had changed somehow.
She guessed they all had in one way or the other…
She wanted to give him a chance… for her children…for herself. She could use a friend.
Lucius,
My eye lids are heavy and Godric is getting crumbs on my pillow, so I must close my window for tonight and wish you a peaceful night's sleep.
We'll see you for lunch soon. Sweet dreams.
Hermione
P.S. The sorting hat couldn't decide between Slytherin and Ravenclaw; Gryffindor was never mentioned until I brought it up.
Lucius burst out laughing at her P.S. and tossed the bird a cracker.
He went up to bed happier than he had been in some time.
His eyes closed he drifted off to sleep, visions of smooth and pale legs planted firmly on his shoulders, parted wide for his enjoyment. His brain function slowed as it manufactured moans and sensations for him, soft skin, and the heady scent of aroused woman- making his mouth water. The way her small slender body felt writhing under his larger frame.
The sight of her breast cupped by his hands or puckered between his lips; so he could suckle like a baby.
He pushed into the mattress, his erection wasn't going away and the visions wouldn't leave his mind.
*** Creation
She entered REM sleep and panted at the flashed of blonde hair and muscled arms; hands with long fingers grasping her hips hard as he pounded into her.
She felt her body arch and her fingers find her wet bundle of nerves to relieve the pressure.
She climaxed whispering his name and drifted off to sleep once again.
She woke up with a headache and sandwiched in between Roman and Lilla who had crawled into bed with her sometime during the night.
Roman yawned and stretched, "Let's eat." He said
Hermione smirked and nodded. She got up and started making breakfast while they folded the sheets and put the pull out away, "go make your beds." She said needing a little more time for breakfast.
Just then she heard the bell outside and pressed the button, "Yes?"
"Its Severus let me in I have coffee." He said
She chuckled and unwarded the door.
She felt him pass through and ward it up after he was in, she would need to learn his spell.
He walked in and stopped, "Nice." He commented and she looked down in confusion and squealed.
Her sweats were old and wholey, faded Purple with Potions down one leg and Charms across her bum.
Her t shirt said 'Aurors Do It Up Against a Wall' – a gift from Draco. It was thin and tattered.
She ran to the back, threw on a pair of jeans and pink t shirt that read 'She who must be obeyed' and gathered her hair in a pony tail.
"Much better. Coffee?" he asked.
She smiled, "Yes!" she said eagerly.
"Severus!" the twins yelled and came running at him, he set his coffee down just in time keep from spilling it while under attack.
Hermione smiled, she really was glad she came home.