Over and Over

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. I wish I owned Lucius. I would keep him chained up in the basement.

Summary: Completed Hermione discovers a new side of Lucius Malfoy, but can he find that side of himself before it's too late?

I did a 'clean-up' on Sept. 5, 2005, hopefully all errors were fixed!

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Hermione sighed as she glanced over the pages she had just finished reading. She was tired, and the words were starting to blur together. She checked her watch, and was surprised to see it was almost two in the morning.

Everyone would be asleep by now, and she should be too. She closed the books and stood up to stretch. It was only two weeks into her seventh year at Hogwarts, but she was feeling the stress already, and preparing for 'The War' wasn't helping.

She tossed her head back, shaking out her light brown curls, which, thankfully, had finally smoothed down over the summer. Everything had smoothed out and blossomed this summer, which made Ron really take notice of her. Hermione just wished she could feel that way about Ron now. She had spent two years wishing he would notice her as more than the 'know it all', but he hadn't. Now that he did, she didn't want anything with him.

She quietly left the library, hoping to get back to the Gryffindor common room without anyone noticing her.

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Lucius wondered the dark halls, turning over the last seventeen years of his life in his head. He was beginning to wonder if he wasn't having some kind of sick midlife crisis. The thought caused him to begin to panic, but he stopped when he heard footsteps in the hallway ahead of him.

He quietly picked up his pace, anxious to catch who ever was out after hours, and take out some of his frustrations on the poor student.

He reached the student, who still had no idea he was there. Lucius was surprised to see it was Potter's mud blood girlfriend. Lucius grinned, he was going to enjoy this. He quickly reached up and grabbed the girls arm, stopping her.

Hermione screamed as she was spun around by the unseen visitor. She screamed again when she saw she was being grabbed by Lucius Malfoy.

"Shut up you silly girl." Lucius hissed. "You will wake up the entire castle."

Hermione was to scared to speak, although she opened her mouth to try. She looked up in the face of one of the most ruthless death eaters, and began to cry.

Lucius couldn't believe the girl was standing here crying. He hadn't even done anything to her yet. Her beautiful face was trembling with fear. He couldn't believe this was the same bushy haired mousy girl he had met back in Diagon Alley six years ago.

"Why are you crying?" he snapped, unsure of what her problem was.

"Let me go. What are you going to do to me?" Hermione choked out.

"Do to you?" Lucius said. She was truly terrified of him, he could see that. Usually, it made him feel better to know that someone was terrified of him. But, right now, he felt guilty. He didn't want this girl to be scared, although he didn't know why.

"You're a death eater. You hate me. You hate all muggle borns." Hermione said softly, staring at the floor.

Her words cut Lucius. He was a death eater. He was evil in everyone's mind. Why, after all this time, does this bother him?

"I'm not going to hurt you, calm down and stop crying." Lucius said. "Some brave Gryffindor you are." he said as a snide comment.

Hermione struggled to keep her tears at bay. She tried to put on her bravest front, but being stuck in the dark, after everyone is asleep with Lucius Malfoy grabbing your arm was enough to scare anybody.

"What are you doing out this late?" Lucius asked the girl.

"I was studying in the library and lost track of time." Hermione explained softly, still looking at the floor.

"Look at me!" Lucius snapped, bothered that she couldn't look at his face.

Hermione looked up, her face wet from her tears. Lucius felt his heart tugging. 'What is that?' he wondered to himself. 'You don't have a heart. Especially not one that feels for her' Lucius silently reminded himself.

Lucius studied her face. Was he that evil? Did she truly fear him that much? Lucius wasn't feeling like himself at all. He didn't want her to fear him. He didn't want her to see the man he had been since he had taken the dark mark.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he repeated, his voice softer. "I promise." Lucius lightened his grasp on her arm, and with his other hand he reached out to dry her face off. He saw her flinch when he went to touch her, the fear still shining bright in those beautiful brown eyes.

Hermione was shocked. Lucius Malfoy was gently drying her tears with his bare hands. He was touching her, a 'mud blood' in a kind gesture. She studied his face while he wiped her cheeks. She knew why all the women thought he was good looking. Who wouldn't? His hair was the most beautiful color she had ever seen. The white-blonde, that shimmered in any light. His body was built unlike any man she had ever seen before. The only unattractive thing about Lucius were the cold, unfeeling gray eyes he was looking at her with.

Lucius felt her body relax in his grasp. She wasn't shaking anymore, and she was actually looking at his face. The tears were dried up, but Lucius continued to rub her skin. 'What is wrong with me?' he thought. He should be terrifying this girl. Calling her names, using all of his best threats on her. Why wasn't he? What was this tight feeling in his chest? Of course the girl was turning him on. She was sexy and innocent, two things Lucius liked in his women very much, but he was feeling more than arousal.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from gasping as Lucius stepped closer to her. She wondered if he was drunk. He wasn't acting like Lucius. He was acting like a human. She felt his body press against hers, pinning her to the wall. His soft hand was still caressing her cheek. She felt his fingers drop to rub her neck softly.

Hermione should be feeling repulsed. She should be screaming for help, and fighting him. She knew that. But, instead she looked up into those cold gray eyes, and saw a warmth that hadn't been there before. Those eyes were burning into hers, and she felt herself tremble again, but not from fear. 'What is wrong with me?' Hermione asked herself.

Lucius softly slid his hand down her neck, tracing her smooth lines. He had almost expected her to kick him, or scream. Instead she was looking deep into his eyes, as if she were looking for something in them. He felt her tremble again, but she didn't look away from him.

He softly slid his hand back up her neck, taking a handful of her hair. It felt soft and silky in his hand. He couldn't stop what he did next. Lucius leaned down and gently kissed her. Barely caressing her lips with his.