Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

I read this the other night, and decided it was worth to give it a try. I like this plot, a bit of humor. I can use it. So here we are, around six chapters.

Planning Ahead

Lucius decided to stop his train of thought; there were too many variables. Damn, he was getting a headache, let Antonin have his wish. Antonin had been pinning after the hot thing for over three years, and hard ones they had been. Seeing the young witch nearly killed by Bella, mishandled by Greyback, tortured, beaten, and kissed by that ragamuffin Weasley, had been too much for Antonin to deal with, too many affronts.

So for the plan, "Miss Granger, I would like to suggest a pet project of mine. As you already know the reason I am sitting in this committee is because my two unfortunate stints at Azkaban."

Lucius, the snake, paused and averted his eyes down, in a sign of contrition. Then putting on a face which expressed serious remorse, he continued. "The last one, err, tour was a day in a Deluxe Hotel compared to the hell hole in 1997. You have single handed, with your visionary recommendations, improved and made our failed prison system, the wretched place it used to be, into a liveable area." He paused for a sip of water and to survey the impact of his words around the room, only positive body language.

"It has been particularly good for our young people, who not only have finished their education but are now enrolled in university classes. There are private rooms, with complete washrooms, no Dementors, a balanced diet, tea and juice always available, small paid jobs for pocket money, family visits, conjugal visits, a small store for sundries, libraries, sports, mental-healing, medi-witches, a barber and hair-witches, inside sports, a nursery for the babies born to female inmates, and so on. And that is only a short list of the amazing achievements accomplished in just 27 months."

At this the entire committee's 60 members, plus all the reporters and onlookers attending, broke out in applause. Kingsley, Arthur Weasley, Minerva, and other professors, sitting amongst the public, leaded the encore. Their faces were all beaming with pride at the big change Hermione had worked for, with so much effort. It was important to rehabilitate the prisoners quickly since many of the young and old had died during the conflict. Many of the young men, and several of their most productive and influential wizards, were still in prison, creating financial stress on the relatively small UK Wizarding community. Getting them out soon, was good for everyone.

The eyes of Hermione, the number one sucker, filled with tears. She was highly emotional, thinking that at least some of her lifetime efforts were appreciated. Damn Ron, after she had given him her love, her first-time sex, and her trust, and not only that, but she had chosen him over Harry, Ron went to bed with the first groupie that invited him, just ten days before their wedding.

"Hermione please forgive me. I was set up, she was nearly naked and sat on my lap, I am just a young wizard, and you had cut me off for the last month waiting for the wedding, what was I to do?" Cried Ron and she had nearly taken him back. After all she had the dress, the reception, the entire thing planned. But then the anger arose after seeing his triumphant smirk.

She had tried to hex him, but Harry stopped her on time. "I told you, he is scum, and now I am not free to marry you, Ginny is pregnant and I am not even sure it is mine, it is your fault, you have ruined both of our lives."

She could not believe that Harry was blaming her for shagging Ginny, and leaving it up to the witch to be in charge of contraception. Hermione had told him to be careful more than once, Ginny wanted to catch him at all cost, and she had shared this with Hermione. So, now, Harry was no longer talking to Hermione, because in one more month he would have to walk down the aisle with a witch he did not love. Not that she care for him any longer; it had been a young girl's love.

That night at the Department of Prophecy, she had see the love of her live..all right, not seen him, but detected him, better she had the snog of her lifetime complete with a delightful embrace. Was it Lucius? He was very handsome, but she did not feel the heat coming from him. She had the feeling Lucius only loved one person, himself.

She loved Ron enough; he made her want him. However, never with that knickers' sodden sensation she had felt when the faceless Death Eater dragged her into the dark aisle. Mr. Kiss-in-the-dark Death Eater, had given her the kiss of her life, while holding her very close, caressing her back madly, and grinding his very hard prick, which she knew now that it had been an erection, against her belly. Before moving away, he had murmured something like "Go and check it?" As he caressed her lips with on finger. She had wracked her brains for years why had he told her to go and check. And where and what exactly should she check, was it a clue, a tip? And also check if there were any Death Eaters with a name like Gocheck, nope.

He had been quite tall, but not as broad as Lucius. Thinking about the kiss, the way he smelled, of a very expensive fragrance, always made her want to shag. Come to think of it, she had once again detected that cologne, where? Oh well, maybe she should just accept the date with the ferret; he was looking mighty good these days.

"Miss Granger, Miss Granger, are we daydreaming?" asked one very interested Lucius Malfoy, Merlin if the young chit was not looking aroused; he looked around and did not see anyone. Nah, it was his self-overheated imagination.

She smiled and shook her head-not. Maybe it was Lucius Malfoy, too bad he was such a rotten wizard, he was rather hot and free. Though Andy said she wanted him, maybe. Well, Andy and almost every witch she knew, to include her mom. Her father was beyond angry when her mother said that. He, he, her mom knew how to push her too handsome father's buttons. Wait what was Lucius saying now?

"I have a plan to further improve our inmate's lives, some are quite lonely; they are single; many are totally alone, or have lost the part of their families. Moreover, they don't have a witch to love or to wait for them, to give them hope. Of course, there are others who are not looking for love, merely an intellectual companion," Lucius stopped; he was clever, he could also 'join' the program, and correspond with this bright witch.

"So, I was saying, Ms. Granger, I would like to take a page from Muggle ideas, as you have with the magnificent prison reforms." He stopped again to let people applaud the young witch.

"My proposal is one of having members of our society pick up from a random name from a list of prisoners that fit their profile, age, position and otherwise. There is a little variation, we would not want our young, respectable witches ending up with some unsavoury character. It would be one more step in the rehabilitation of those deserving this chance. I will personally manage the program, with a volunteer or two; we could give it a one year window?" Lucius looked at Hermione with the biggest, most charming smile he could muster, while keeping his fingers crossed. He didn't excessive interest, no sense in making her suspicious.

There was a standing ovation at his proposal, orchestrated, of course. Lucius had paid a few wizards and witches to applaud at all his statements.

Hermione's ultra compassionate and romantic heart, yearning to save the world, and change everyone, overruled the flashing red warning light on her brain, "Hermione, see who is proposing, it is Mr. Self-serving Snake, be leery, check it out." It yelled to her, but she ignored it.

"Lord Malfoy, it is such a good idea that I volunteer to be the first to join the program, I would like to be the example for many." Everyone stood up and gave a standing ovation; not orchestrated. Needless to say brooding Hermione's heart welcomed the accepting applause, and saw herself as the rescuer of lonely Death Eater's lives.

It was Lucius' turn to be speechless; this was an unexpected bounty. Later, he would have time to convince her to take two convicts under her wing, instead of one. Time to arrange a visit to Azkaban to coordinate, and talk to the Pilot program wizards, he already had a list on his mind. He would try to talk her into accompany him; to give Antonin some hope. He had an idea; playing the matchmaker would be his good deed. Maybe, he could shave off some years of the afterlife punishment that was sure to come. This was a fine day.

"Miss Granger, would it be asking too much to accompany me to Azkaban, and talk about the pilot program to the inmates; some are your former schoolmates. I am sure it would fill them up with renewed interest to join all the programs; after they see such a lovely and famous witch taking personal interest in the program." Lucius sounded hopeful but not pushy.

Immersed in the fervour of the applause, blinded by the deserved adulation, and the love of the masses, the lioness cub walked straight into the snake pit.

"I think it is a great idea, a show of support," the room occupants went crazy, many of them had relatives in prison; and they had supported the young witch with money and with words; if she were to inject new hope in their loved ones, then she was a true hero. Some were making plans to have their son `or their nephew, to be the one exchanging letters with the influential witch, what a feather on anyone's cap. Others, including Kingsley, were planning ahead to groom her as the next Minister of Magic. The ones wishing for Hermione's hand in marriage, for their relation, were wondering on how to approach Lucius and get his favour. They thought he was the ticket.

Lucius heart was doing a little victory dance, to be alone with her planning for this, hmm. I would make Antonin so happy to see her there; and Lucius was happy as well; life was smiling again.

Plans and memories

At Malfoy Manor- Lucius

Lucius sat in his favourite chair, holding chilled glass of an Alsatian Gewürztraminer, thinking of the tactical plans for his Cupid-Lucius Operation; maybe call it the Lupid Ops.

He was starting to see the maxi appeal exuding the petite witch, but he had two, maybe three dilemmas. He called for a house-elf; Mipzypan came. "Master?"

Hermione

Meanwhile after Hermione remembered the kiss by the stranger, she pondered what he had said, maybe she had misunderstood. What if he spoke another language? Hmm. What if he were one of the Death Eaters in prison, hmm. Her mother asked her what was the matter with her. "Are you in love? If so, let's hope it is with a dark hot stranger, or a white-blond one."

The last comment was said when her husband came in. He growled; he knew they were referring to the blond sewer rat, as Hermione's dad called him. Both Granger women exploded in laughter. Hermione's father was famous for his jealousy, his wife was pretty, but he was the best looking of the two.

"Remember the stolen kiss, I think the stranger might have been my one. He said something, I still cannot figure out, and I have been thinking about him, hoping to find him again. It feels as if I I will find him again, soon." Hermione told her mother.

Her father said, "Let's hope he is better than Ron, and he is not related to the blond sewer rat."

a/n Well, if you like it, let me know