I won't apologise for the lack of update, because well i pondere for a while of deleting this story, and i probably should do so. Too many mistakes bad grammar and wrong spelling. And strange sentences turn, oh well, i write this to stop the flood of ideas and once its done I'll never touch a keyboard ever again. I don't need to be told i should have never start that much i know already , anyway it seems that i can't stop. On an other note please stay safely at home during those harsh times,As usual i don't own the characters they belong to JK.Rowling. I just use them without profit.

Chapter 23

The next morning found our heros in an entanglement of limbs in Hermione bedroom. The girl woke up feeling rested as she hadn't been in many months, but she was hot,to hot, feeling trap like in a cage and this got her heart bip accelerate. Then she suddenly realize she was enclosed in the arms of a man, what? a man ! what the hell????? She put all her strength in the move to sit as well as picking her wand from under her pillow and pointing the wood stick in the face of the one who had dare sleep with her. The movement was harsh and fluid all at once, when she realised whom he was she lowered her wand, the fast movement had not even woke up the man, his face was relaxed with a small smile on his lips, he was looking so much younger than his age, and than all the time she had known him as the deatheater,father of her school nemesis. She took the time to look at him,really look at his face. She notice smile lines at the corner of his eyes, she knew than under the closed lids were to aquamarines, to pools in which she would love to drown herself. Mmmmm waite no, the man even if he was at loss for now ,will soon be back to be the purist racist, he had been all his life. She was angry how could she have lost her self control? Nerver she should have taken confort in his arms, she had been careless, she will have to make sure it doesn't happen again. She had agreed to help him till he recover his memory. And she will stick to it.

Slowly as to not wake him up, she slide out of bed and left her room,after picking her sleepers from the floor. She didn't want to make noise Outside the room she put them on her feet and went to the bathroom to perform her morning routine. Once she was done,she climb down the stairs going to her kitchen to prepare a strong pot of coffee.Knowing her day will be a tenuous one she look in the pantry and select the ingredients she will need to prepare a healthy breakfast for her and the guest still asleep in her bedroom.

A knock on the kitchen door made her jump, and turn all at once wand in hand ready to fight whom ever was the attacker realising it was only Lucius,she lower the stick and smile to the man who was shyly standing in the door frame. Hermione wave him to the table and put a plate of fried eggs with crisp slices of bacon accompanied by tomatoes sprinkles with parsley and hot soft butter toast

Then for the first time of the day they both spoke at ounce. Lucius to say thank you, Hermione to aske if he wanted tea or coffee.They look at each other and burst into laughter. Lucius recovered from their outburst a brilliant smile illuminating his face . He node towards the coffee machine, out of breath he couldn't utter a word.Hermione was glad to see him in such a good spirit, but her brain was like a tornado speeding with thousands ideas a second and she had difficulty to settle to one thought at the time. Sitting in front of him, she look at her plate enable to look at her night companion. Because or thanks to him she had a very restful sleep. She knew she should talk to the man, letting him know she would not do it again, that she was sorry for her weakness, that it wasn't a habit of hers to cling to strangers, the words weren't coming out in sentences.

After their meal Lucius help doing the dishes,once the kitchen was cleared, Hermione turn to look at the new man in front of her, new because she had tendency on forgetting he was damaged, she couldn't stop herself to see the old version ,the pureblood ,and then this version was looking at her like if she was the only person on earth deserving his attention. Hermione shook her head to clear it off the thousands images running in circles in her brain. Lucius step toward her giving her his elbow to take. Hermione look confuse but indulge the man passing her small hand through the loop. Putting his other hand on hers,Jason/Lucius direct their steps to the back door opening it so they could step in the garden where birds and win in the trees foliage were making a soothing music. He direct them towards the bench facing the pond at the end of the garden and help her to sit before asking if he could sit next to her. Hermione nod and Jason/Lucius took place at her side taking again her hand in his to bring it to his lips and deposit the sweetest of kisses there. Hermione breath catch up in her lungs, enable to understand the crowd of emotions sweeping through her. She wanted to smile cry and screen all at once,how dare could he be so kind,after raising his son to be a monster toward her?how dare could he have forgotten how he despised people with her blood statue? how dare could he be so different?

Starting to hyperventilate she couldn't stop her imagination to run in all direction. Lucius suddenly aware that the young woman next to him had problem breathing took her by the waist to lift her in his arms like a father would do to a daughter or a lover to the love of his life , he started to cover her cheeks with light kisses while whispering words of comfort, little by little the witche in his arms relaxed tears running down her face , he looked her in the eyes softly asking her if she wanted to tell him what was making her so sad. Not analysing Hermione spoke of her sorrow, of how she had had only two friends all her life how all the others children bullied her because in the school she went she wasn't from the same background as them,how she fought every day to have the best marks to prove them and herself that not only people with wealth were cleverer than the ones like her, she told him about the war what she done to keep her parents safe, she explained that yesterday lunch was with them, that they were happy to get her back in their life but also angry of what she had done without asking for their consent. Hermione told him that at the time she didn't want to explain to her parents why she deemed the best option was to erase their memories . Because if she had done it they will probably have forbidden her to ever go back to the wizarding world. And even thought she would have understood, she never wanted to leave the only place where she felt at her place.

The more he listen to her the more his heart open to the girl. He kept her in his embrace until the voice slowly fade to a stop. Looking at the body in his arms he realised she had fallen asleep. He brought his lips to her forehead assuring her that he would always be there for her.He return to the house . In the living room he lowered her on the sofa putting a pillow under her head and covering her with a shawl he found on a nearby chair. For a few minutes Lucius look at the gorgeous woman, laying there sleeping so peacefully, he wonder if he had been part of her past. He had wanted to ask her, but like everything else when the idea had pop in his brain it had disappear, and now it was again there he just hope that if he had met her earlier he had been one of her friends, but something was triggering him, did he really wanted to hear the answer? And what if it was a no. Would he be able to remain in her house. Was his lost of memory enough to absolve his bad actions ,if he had been bad. He suddenly had the idea to write down his questions his doubts in the note book she had given him.

to be continued. ...