Disclaimer: If you don't know fan fic when you see it, you deserve the agony of suing my penniless hide. That means you, Jo Rowling, and especially Warner Bros.
Rating: In my mind, K+ means PG 13. I could be wrong.
Note: Consider this story a series of one-shots. The overarching story should evolve in your mind.
Section X:
Lucius Malfoy was looking down his nose at the head of Bellatix Lestrange in his fire.
"No, I cannot possibly imagine what kind of favor you might ask of me."
"You mean my dearest sister does not actually tell you everything?"
"I really can't be bothered with petty details."
"She took me very seriously then."
"Whatever do you mean, you lunatic?"
"When I told her to keep my daughter a secret."
"Merlin, who would father a child on you?"
"My husband did, obviously."
"I'm afraid he's been dead for years."
"Do you think I don't know that?"
"Of course not, sister-in-law."
"My daughter is of an age with your son."
"Buggering Merlin, how paranoid can you be?"
"Never mind that, will you help me?"
"Ready to bring her out of hiding and into society?"
"Shall I bring her over for introductions?"
"Certainly, lunch will start in just a few moments."
Hermione Lestrange knew as she stepped into the fire how Pygmalion felt.