"Hermione." Draco said, suddenly drawing her attention away from the roses and back to him. "Do you.. like the garden?" He asks. She nodded happily. "The flowers are so nice.. I can name every single kind. And all the exotic plants!" She suddenly ghasped at a peculiarly-shaped plant. "I read a book about these once!" Draco laughs. "You've read a book about almost everything, haven't you?" He asks playfully. He checks his watch. "Hey.. Mionie. There's something I need to talk to you about." He takes both her hands in his. "We've been together for a while now, and I can't keep lying to my family about it. I don't care what they'll think anymore. Im going to tell them." He says determinedly. He expects Hermione to protest, to tell him its a bad idea, but instead, she smiles. "Okay. Lets do it, then." He notices a familiar glint in her eye that she always gets when preparing to do something dangerous. "Well, lets go, then." He takes her hand and leads her out of the garden and back inside. They walk to the dinner table and notice Lucius and Narcissa already seated. Draco tenses up. Lucius barely even notices them, whipping his flowy platinum hair back with his hand. Suddenly, he makes eye contact with them. "Ah. Son. Granger. You're late." He says, slowly moving his eyes between the two of them. Draco Suddenly realizes that they're still holding hands and quickly lets go. "Sorry, father. Must have lost track of the time." Draco says. Lucius shrugs in response. "No matter. You're here now. Take a seat." Draco nods and pulls up a chair for Hermione before sitting down next to her. Hermione looks at Lucius intensily. All the times she's been here, she hasn't seemed to notice just how stunning he is. In his looks and mannerisms. Good looks must run in their family. She looks at draco and compares the two. She always did like guys with long hair.. and Lucius has such a deep, captivating voice... but no, she can't be attracted to him. She's 19, and he's 46. Not to mention she's muggleborn, dating his son, and that he's already married. She tries to push the thought away from her mind. How could she be so stupid? But there's something about him that she can't ignore. The rest of the dinner passes quickly. Hermione remembers with a jolt of fear what Draco had said in the garden. Maybe he decided to back out already? For some reason, she didn't feel like proclaiming their love anymore. Not in front of Lucius. She mentally scolds herself. What could she be thinking? She doesn't have a chance with her boyfriend's father anyway. Suddenly, Draco grabs her hand and stands up. Oh god, oh no, here it comes. "Mother. Father. I...I mean we.. have something to tell you." Luicus and Narcissa immediately turn to look at them. Hermione feels like she could melt. All the eyes in the room are on her. Normally, she's fine with public speaking, but something about this is making her uneasy. She sees Lucius's eyes move down to her stomach. "Draco. Didn't I tell you not to have any children until you were 20? And married?" Lucius says through gritted teeth. "No, Mr Malfoy, that's not what he's saying! I-im not pregnant!" Hermione stutters. "Ah. Carry on, then." Lucius says, his anger dissolving. Narcissa looks at her husband dissapointedly. Draco takes in a deep breath. "I know you two aren't necessarily big fans of muggleborns. But Hermione.. she's different. And for a few months now... I mean, me and her.." he can't seem to find the right words. "We're together. And you can't break us apart." He grabs Hermione's hands tighter and pulls her in closer. She can't bear to look at him. She casts a look at Lucius, as if to say, "Please break us apart." He looks at her understandingly. "Well. I have to say, you have quite good taste in women, Draco." Hermionie blushes profusely. "T-Thank you, Mr Malfoy." She stutters. "Don't be embarrassed, honey. You're quite intelligent. I used to think muggleborns were nothing but scum.. but you've proved me wrong. Many more of my ideals have changed since Voldemort died. I would like to formally apologize for how I have treated you in the past." Lucius says, sounding completely honest. Hermione nods. "Since Voldemort died, you've only ever treated me with respect. I appreciate your apology." She says, smiling, still blushing profusely. Draco clears his throat. "Thank you for understanding, father." Lucius nods. "Hold on. Don't leave yet." He stops them as they begin to make their way back outside. "Granger. I understand that you have a certain.. fascination with books?" Lucius asks. Hermione quickly turns around to make eye contact with him. "Yes, sir." She says, smiling broadly. "I too, am appreciative of fine literature. If you would accompany me upstairs, I could show you our library." Lucius stands and walks toward her. "I didn't know you had a library!" Hermione responds, smiling. "This house has many things, Granger." He says, softly. She almost jumps as his cold hand touches hers. Their fingers intertwine. Her entire face turns pink. Hermione turns to face Draco. "I'll meet you out in the garden when I'm done, okay?" Hermione says softly. Draco nods and makes his way back outside. Lucius begins to walk, holding Hermione's hand in his, leading the way. Can she really trust him? Well, if he was that dangerous, Draco wouldn't leave her alone with him, would he? Even if he doesn't hate muggleborns anymore, does he still dislike Griffindors? Her thoughts race with possibilities. They stop walking suddenly as they reach a door. She looks up at him. They make eye contact for a second. There's a profound silence. "Honey... I can assure you that I mean no harm." He says, placing one of his hands softly on her face. He seems to have been able to sense what she was thinking.. or maybe.. he could read her mind? He laughs. "Don't look so confused. I'm trained in legilimency." She blushes and looks away quickly. She remembers reading somewhere that legilimency requires eye contact. And Lucius was the last person she wanted reading her mind at the current moment. If he found out how she felt... would he even be able to look at her? Did he already know? How far had he searched her mind? All her thoughts and anxiety seemed to flow away as he opened the door to a huge, expansive library. She walks in and looks around. It's beautiful, all sorts of books lining the shelves that seem to go on forever. Lucius smirks. "What do you think?" He asks. "It's wonderful." She says, looking closely at each and every book. "It's almost like the hogwarts library." She says dreamily. "You're welcome here whenever you like." He places his hand under hers, lifts it up, and presses his lips to it. Did he just.. kiss her hand? His lips are so soft.. her face turns beet red. "M-mr malfoy.." She stutters. "Please, call me Lucius." He says, smirking. She nods. "Ill call you whatever you want me to." She moves her body closer to him. She notices the nice, comfortable warmth he eminates and his masculine scent. She wraps her arms around him, feeling his aura. He feels.. relaxed, comfortable.. sexy.. he begins to stroke her hair. He slowly leans down and plants his lips to her neck. She notices again how soft and smooth they are. "You're blushing so much.. am I perhaps.. making you uncomfortable?" He asks quietly. "No, Lucius. I-I'm fine." She stutters. She was perfectly comfortable, maybe even more. And what she was feeling wasn't fear or embarrassment. It was something completely different. "Tell me, Hermione. Have you slept with my son?" He asks. Normally, she wouldn't answer questions like this.. but she feels compelled to tell the truth. "No, I haven't." He nods and smirks. "Saving yourself for marriage?" She shakes her head. "I would be fine with premaritual intercourse.. i'm not sure if draco plans to or not, maybe he wants to wait till we're older." He kisses her head. "But honey, you're already 19. If not now.. when?" He asks. She presses closer to him. "I'm not sure. Whenever Draco wants to, I guess." He twirls her hair in his fingers. "You can't keep waiting for him. My son is.. well, immature. It would be a shame for you to lose your virginity to him. You're so mature already.. you deserve an experienced man, someone who can satisfy you.." He slides his hand over her breast. "Lucius.. are you talking about..you?" She asks. He nods. "If you wish. I can assure you that I would be able to please you." He presses forward and she feels his hard erection rub against her thigh. "But.. sir, what about your wife?" She asks. "Oh, she doesn't mind~" he says, plaing his hand her her chin and lifting her face up. She looks into his beautiful stormcloud grey eyes. They're like a nice, peaceful rainy day in summer, warm and wet. If he wants to fuck her.. she'll allow it. Their faces slowly gravitate together, and their lips meet, kissing passionately. She knows it should be wrong, that she should back away.. but for a minute, all she feels is warmth and relief, her anxieties and stress washing away as if being taken by a wave. But just as soon as it happened, he releases her and stares into her eyes. She stares back. "I'll see you here tonight, okay?" He mutters. She nods. She wishes he could fuck her now.. she looks around and notices a table. If only he could bend her over it... "Don't be so hasty, love. We'll have more time tonight. Now, I believe Draco is waiting for you?" Lucius says, pushing her away. A wave of worry crashes over her. How is she supposed to explain this to Draco? She must have been gone for so long.. could she even face him? "Don't worry, love. He won't suspect anything." Lucius says reassuringly. Hermione nods and makes her way to the door. "Narcissa won't hear about this. Neither will Draco. Understand?" Lucius says firmly. Hermione nods. "Yes, sir." She says, turning the door handle. "Didn't I tell you to call me by my first name?" He asks. "Sorry, Lucius." She says as she leaves.
