After having a nap, her small hands roamed over his body, exploring him. Lucius was still asleep. She trailed the remnants of the course wounds. Mapping his scars, she wondered what he had to endure during the wars. Even though she knew that he wasn't a good person she still found the idea of him getting hurt unsettling.
"Mm." His hands caressed her back. With his long fingers, he drew circles on her shoulder.
She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. Leaning forward she kissed him.
"No regrets?" he asked.
"No, never," Hermione said giving him her biggest smile.
His big hand petted her head before it wandered down the side of her body, trailing her womanly curves. They exchanged a few kisses, getting more and more heated with every time their lips met. Lucius nibbled on her ear and neck making her giggle. Hermione let her hands run through the silky strands of his long platinum blond hair.
"Father?" Draco burst right into the room.
Hermione hid her face beneath the blanket. Lucius had his arms protectively around her.
"You're late for breakfast and I- What the hell is Granger doing here?"
The older Malfoy inhaled sharply through his teeth. "Out now!"
Draco closed the door behind him.
Lucius pulled the blanket away exposing her bright red face. He gave her a peck. "I should take a shower before facing my son."
She watched him leave the bed and walk to the bathroom. His posture oozed confidence. He didn't mind being naked at all. Hermione, on the other hand, was embarrassed. Covering herself completely with the blanket, she never wanted to leave this bed and face Draco ever again. What was she supposed to say? Sorry, but not sorry for sleeping with your father.
Too soon, Lucius had finished taking a shower. He kissed her neck before starting to dress. "You should take a shower as well, I will see you downstairs."
"Why, Father? Why?"
"I do not know what you are referring to."
"Granger, really? Why did you have to fuck her? If you are that desperate you should have paid someone. Why her?"
"In case, you haven't noticed, Hermione is a very attractive witch."
"She's my best friend! Can't you screw someone else?"
"No, I cannot. For your information, I like her, a lot."
Draco huffed. "Can't you like her without fucking her?"
"To your information, it feels very nice to share a bed with a wonderful witch," Lucius said.
Draco slammed his hand onto the table. "I'm gay! I don't give a fuck about witches! Get over it!" he screamed leaving the room.
Lucius buried his head in his hands. He hadn't even meant it that way. He simply desired a stable relationship with someone special.
Hermione sat down next to him. She placed her hand on his lap. "I'll go talk to him."
"Be quick," he said, reluctant to let her go.
She rushed upstairs, knocking on his door before entering his room. "Draco?"
No response. He was lying on his bed. He stared at the green cloth that covered his four-poster bed.
"Draco? Do you want to talk about it?"
He huffed. "You fucked my father, there is nothing to talk about."
Hermione sat down to his side. "I really like your father. I get that this is awkward for you, but I promise nothing is going to change between us."
"You fucked my father!"
Hermione sighed. Looking for the right words she found none. At least not any that wouldn't make the situation worse.
"I get that you two are spending a lot of time together. It is awkward but I've never complained about it-"
"You did complain," Hermione said biting her lip.
"That's not the point! You're my best friend and you spent more time with my father than me! But why did you have to fuck him?!"
She flinched. "Stop being so crass! We didn't fuck we made love." Hermione blushed heavily.
"You've never done that before."
"Yeah, because I've been through a difficult breakup and it took me a long time to trust anybody again and not because I didn't want to."
"He's still my father!"
She sighed. "Get over it! And knock before entering my room!"
"Your room?"
"You know what I mean."
Breakfast was a quiet affair. None of them knew what to say. Even after they had finished their beans and beacon they remained at the table staring at their empty plates in silence.
"I should drop by my parents," Hermione said, "they might be worried."
"You will come back soon?"
She nodded. "You could invite me to dinner."
"A fine restaurant in muggle London?"
"I wouldn't mind being seen with you," Hermione said, chewing in her lip.
Draco choked on the bit of toast he had been chewing on.
"I will make a reseration at the le Marmonnement," Lucius said.
Lucius accompanied her to the entrance hall. Placing his hands on her back he looked down at her and kissed the younger witch. Hermine's hands touched his cheeks as she deepened the kiss. Heat pooled up in her lower stomach and her arms were covered with goosebumps. They reluctantly separated. Breathing heavily their eyes met.
Her big brown ones were filled with desire. Looking at the beautiful wizard, she wondered how she could manage not seeing him for eight hours. She wanted to grab his arm and drag him upstairs and spend the rest of his weekend in bed.
Remembering her sudden departure, she realized that she couldn't leave her parents worrying. She gave him a peck before disapparating.
She rang the bell. Her mom opened the door. She looked confused. "Hermione? I didn't know you left. Where were you?"
She bit her lip. "I, em, I was with Lucius." Blushing she followed her mom to the kitchen. She watched her prepare tea.
"He's taking me out tonight," Hermione said smiling. "There is this small fine restaurant in Diagon Alley, le Marmonnement."
Dr. Granger looked at her daughter for a long moment. "You look happy."
"I am," Hermione said. Her euphoria threatened to bolt our. She wanted to shout out her happiness to the entire world. She was beaming with life.
"That good?" The dentist asked her daughter with a knowing smile.
"Mom!" Hermione shrieked. "It was wonderful. I had no idea, I could feel like that. Lucius, he's just perfect." She hugged her mom tightly.
"It is good to see you happy." Pulling the sugar out of her drawer her mom stopped and looked at her daughter. "Wait, Lucius? I thought Draco was the name of the boy."
Hermione's face turned scarlet red. "Well, em, Draco was my classmate and Lucius, his father, we're together."
Dr. Granger closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "We probably shouldn't tell your father about this."
After checking in with her parents Hermione went to the Burrow. She had to tell them in person. It wouldn't be fair to them if they had to find out about her and Lucius finally getting together from the Daily Prophet.
She took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Hermione hoped that Ginny wasn't still at her practice session. Not wanting to run into Arthur she anxiously chewed on her lips. She really liked him and didn't want to disappoint him. What if Molly opened the door? Would she even let her in after the disaster the last time they've seen each other?
Luckily Ginny opened the door. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair was dripping wet. She hugged the younger Gryffindor tightly.
"Wow, look at you? What's happened?"
Hermione was blushing again. "I was with Lucius…"
"We need to celebrate this," Ginny said leading her inside.
They ran into George who organized a bottle of Firewhiskey and they sat down on the sofa.
"What are we celebrating?" George asked filling their glasses with liquor.
"Hermione slept with Lucius Malfoy," Ginny said.
She tried to hide behind her bushy hair. Toying with the crochet table cloth. And she had thought talking to her mom was awkward.
"Cheers, to Hermione, the one brave enough to bed Voldemort's right-hand man and survive," George said.
Their glasses clicked.
"Isn't it a bit early to drink?" Percy asked.
"We're celebrating. Our little Hermione caught herself a big, bad Deatheater."
"Hermione, if someone used a love potion or Imperiused you, you should talk to an Auror," Percy said.
"I can assure you I more than willingly slept with him."
His face went white and he quickly left the room.
"Now tell me, was Daddy Malfoy any good," Ginny urged her friend. "I want to hear every detail."
Hermione took a sip of Firewhiskey. "He's perfect."
Laughter erupted.
Arthur was standing in the doorway. "Hermione, can I have a word with you, please." His hands formed a fist, his knuckles were white and his body was tense.
She swallowed hard and stood up. Not knowing how much the older wizard had heard, she suspected that her relationship with Lucius, his archenemy was the cause for his anger.
"I never meant to upset you," Hermione said. She had always been close to the Weasleys and hated disappointing Arthur.
"It's true then? You and Lucius?"
Hermione nodded. "We're together now."
He sighed. "You and Ron, you were good together."
"That's what I thought! And then he left me just like that as if I'm nothing! My best friends just abandoned me," she spat.
"I want you to be happy…"
"Just not with Lucius?"
"He's not a good man, Hermione."
"Maybe not, but he's great to me."
"Are you staying for dinner?" Arthur asked.
"Well, em, Lucius is taking me out. We're going to the le Marmonnement. I think I should go now, I still have to dress."
Never before had she spent such a long time contemplating her outfit. Usually, she didn't really care. There weren't any ugly things in her wardrobe, she had picked them after all. But knowing that a picture of them would likely be printed on tomorrow's edition of the Daily Prophet put her under a lot of pressure.
Hermione didn't know if she was required to wear robes or not. Wearing something too formal would make it look like she was at a business meeting. The red dress she had worn to Bill and Fleur's wedding was too short for the evening and the silk dress she had worn to her graduation, well, she had worn it to her graduation.
She took a white summer dress out of her wardrobe only to realize it was too casual. She was thinking about her velvet robes but they were still at Malfoy Manor. Her hands came in contact with Acromantula silk. Hermione had never worn those robes as the fabric was very flowy and therefore inappropriate for work.
She smirked. Today was the day. She threw it over her black lace underwear and put the pearl earrings on. Admiring herself in the mirror she found that she was showing a lot of cleavage but in a classy way. The long satin robes had a trail that flowed in the wind. Hermione fastened a thick dragon leather belt around her waist.
Pinning her hair up and applying makeup, she last took a moment to look at herself. Her outfit made it very clear what she wanted from the older wizard. She put on the highest heels she had, grabbed her wand and apparated to Diagon Alley.