Title: A dozen days

Author: Nienna 100

Reviews Wanted: Absolutely

Warnings: small spoiler, a little language, mentions of sexual intercourse, angst

A/N: thank you Sampdoria, morganna12, gitamerah and zafaran. Zafaran, your review was seriously awesome. I think your ideas are really cool but… I can't include any of them. I'm too uninspired, but they're great ideas.

Hermione woke up and giggled when she saw Lucius gazing at her from above, leaning on his elbow. Softly, he touched her nose.

"Are you laughing at me Granger?" he whispered the question.

"Of course, I caught you watching me sleep. You should at least look slightly embarrassed."

"You know I will not be ashamed of something I wanted to do."

"Oh, and why, prey tell, did you want to watch me sleep?"

"Because you don't make sarcastic comments when you're sleeping," Lucius joked, threading a lock of Hermione's hair through his long fingers. "There are far too many sarcastic people in this house at the moment." When Hermione looked slightly hurt, Lucius added, "I was joking, I wouldn't get rid of any of them."

In silence, Hermione linked her hand with his, and murmured, "Good, that would be evil even for you." She laughed at his cynical eyebrows.

"Father," Draco burst into the room, and recoiled slightly at the sight of their entwined hands. "This is so weird."

"Sorry," gulped Hermione.

"I'm not," Lucius said smugly, pulling Hermione in for a kiss. Hermione let him roll her onto his chest, but lay a finger onto his thin lips.

"Not in front of your son. That's not fair."

"Fine." Around Hermione, he asked, "Were you here for a reason? Or would you like to join our cuddle?"

Trying not to let out his laughter, Draco said, "No, I thought you should see this." He threw the newspaper over to the pair, and watched it bounce off Hermione's head. "Sorry Granger." He quickly ducked out of the room.

Lucius manoeuvred the newspaper around Hermione and ended up propping it up on the girl's head. She sniffed her distaste but did not speak, until Lucius swore, then she asked, "What?"

The blonde folded the paper round and revealed a large close-up photograph of Lucius' hand on Hermione's shoulder, with a smaller picture of the whole scene, identifying the pair.

"Oh goodness," gasped Hermione, reading the headline of 'Malfoy: turned kitten by the lion?' "But at least it was not negative Luce."

"No they didn't think that I had bewitched you, but they decided to crush my reputation instead."

Hermione tried to kiss him gently to take his mind off the news, but he lifted her up and put her down at his side. "I have to go hurt someone… or destroy someone's company or… wife."

Before she could protest, Hermione was left on her own in the room. She heaved a sigh of "Fine." Carefully, she leant over to reach into Lucius' top drawer in the hope that there would be a book that she hadn't read before. She had a feeling that most of the books in the Manor would be dark or rare, and therefore she was unlikely to have read them.

Instead, she found a wand, which was slightly battered but silver handled, with an intricate snake intertwining with itself to form a looped L. It's eye was an emerald. Hermione had to assume that it was one of Lucius' wands, maybe one he had possessed in the past and then found another one which suited him better. She knew that Ollivander could not possibly own every combination.

She gave it a hesitant wave to try and open the curtains, only to set them aflame. Swearing, she concentrated as hard as she could and agumentied the no-doubt antique velvet, dousing it in water. Then she turned her attentions to the other set, offering up a prayer as she tried to swish them aside. This time it worked without a hitch though the spell was slower, less powerful than usual. She blamed it on the wand and summoned her wheelchair towards her so she could dress and then head downstairs for breakfast.

000

Lucius only returned when it was getting dark and Severus and Hermione were in one of the sitting rooms on chairs reading and eating from a box of dark chocolates they had found. When he entered, they both looked up from their novels, and Hermione wiped a small amount of strawberry mousse from her lip and said, "Well it's about time. Did you kill anyone important?"

Softly, the blonde laughed, "I didn't kill, maim or even do anything. In fact, I barely did anything at all."

"Barely?" Hermione questioned, gesturing for Lucius to come closer. He did so and ran a delicate finger over the girl's temple.

"I didn't know who took the photograph and I went to the Ministry to threaten the prophet but I couldn't get in there either, but that was because Narcissa was there and she may have launched herself at me. She's as ferocious as a wild cat sometimes."

"Did she do anything to you?" gasped Hermione.

Gingerly Lucius touched his face and answered, "The glamours hid the scratches. I apparated her back to the Nott's place before any more pictures could be taken."

"Smart."

Kneeling down by Hermione's side, Lucius whispered, "Come to bed with me?"

Feigning reluctance, Hermione quietly said, "Oh all right then."

"Don't mind me. You don't even have to leave the room if you don't want to. The sofa's plenty comfortable," smirked Severus.

"Voyeuristic," accused Lucius jokingly as he began to push Hermione out.

"Night," called Hermione.

"Sleep well," grinned Severus.

"No problem," Lucius answered, matching his smile.

They started kissing the moment they entered the room, or at least Lucius did. Hermione let him nibble at her neck, until his hands started undoing her shirt. "What are you doing?" she murmured, staying his hands with her own.

"Have you not guessed yet?" Lucius chuckled low in his throat, a very arousing sound.

"You didn't come straight here from Narcissa's. You were away for hours."

"Shacklebolt came to see me. He's taking over as Prime Minister you remember? He was talking about my trial. They need me to stay in Azkaban for a week before hand, to weaken me I expect, but also because they've learnt their lesson after Crouch. I have to submit myself… tomorrow."

"No!" Hermione exclaimed. Her arms tightened around Lucius substantially and she hissed, "They can't do that."

"I have to go Hermione, if I want to be free."

"So why all of this then?"

"I want a way to remember you, to know that there's hope on the outside," Lucius confessed, running his hands through Hermione's hair, as she gazed down at him from her place on her chest.

Softly, Hermione confessed, "I'm not sure if I'll be able to feel anything."

"Maybe not down there sweetheart, but I can make your heart beat so fast, cause shivers up and down your spine, goose bumps, sweats," purred Lucius. "I can make your whole body sing."

Hermione heaved a long suffering sigh and murmured, "Oh very well." She began to reciprocate: kissing back, nibbling, stripping Lucius of his clothes, planting kisses along his face, down his chin, across his chest, getting lower and lower.

"Not shy are you," growled Lucius, aroused.

"No time to be shy," smiled Hermione, her eyes sparkling. "Make me feel Lucius, I want you to make me feel.