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"I can't do this any more... this sneaking around. It feel's wrong." Said a small figure, in hushed tones completely concealed from view by her cloak, in a old run down looking, dusty, dark pub. Her companion held onto her tightly, the corner they where in giving them the illusion of privacy, in the non-approachable looking, almost empty pub. The taller, broader figure stiffened.
"You won't have to darling, and I do not wish to hear those words from those lips of yours again." He said in a firm, tight lipped tone.
"But it's the truth, I just feel... oh I don't know Lucius. You're a married man, it just feels-" Her rambling was cut short when her companion Lucius lifted up her hood just enough so he could kiss her lips, he himself in Wizard robes... more like Death Eater robes.
"Our divorce was finalized this morning love." He whispered against her lips.
"Draco's not my son. The tests came back, non-compatible with my blood type. I won the right for divorce." He got the reaction he was hoping for as she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him harder, as he held onto her tighter.
"Why didn't you say so?" She scolded him, between kisses.
"You didn't give me the chance, dear." He kissed her one last time, before reluctantly pulling away.
"But I do wish to continue this in a more private location, with out nosy onlookers." Lucius glanced over his shoulder and pulled his hood back slightly to reveal his face, and a cold, hard, steal grey gaze filled with warning, meeting the few, shady looking wizards dotted around the pub.
Lucius then turned back to his lover and escorted her out of the dark pub, leaving their untouched drinks on the dusty black table and into the misty night air that had befallen upon the little village of Hogsmead, since they'd entered the pub early evening.
They reached the apparition point behind the pub and landed in a more apartment like, than a office room. The ceilings high, and wooden, the floor borders stone, with lush rich dark colored rugs, a blazing fire, and a curved desk, in front of a large window that had been concealed from view by onlookers looking in, but spell cast to look like it's view of the outside, at all times of day.
An impressive corner leather black couch lay in the corner by a curved, church like dark brown ancient looking wooden door. The blazing fire, opposite the long couch that took up one wall, running up to the window, and stopping at the door. This is where he lead his lover who had lowered her hood, and showed her to be very pretty indeed. With long lush caramel curls, heart shaped face, and big chocolate brown robes, her skin creamy white.
Lucius lowered his hood, showing long shoulder blonde length hair, and softer grey gaze that had hints of blue in them, his skin albino white, with a handsome face, and a prince nose. The office on the whole had a very warm, homey feeling. He sat down, in the corner of his couch and pulled his woman down with him, laying one leg along as she snuggled into him.
"Please continue." She said.
"Unfortunately, I had to indulge the ministry with my families secret ,but they have all been magically bound to a oath, to keep it just that, a secret and away from public knowledge. My lawyer and I also combined it into the divorce papers, so Narcissia couldn't say anything either. She didn't even seem to care about the divorce, just what money she's getting, and that she wanted my manor, which she failed miserably in that demand of course as Draco is not my son..." Silence befell upon them, whilst they played with their entwined fingers, idly, not really paying any attention to their hands movements and fingers.
"And how do you feel about that?" She asked him. Their was a brief pause, before Lucius replied in a unreadable tone.
"Betrayal, relief, anger, freedom. At least I was loyal and stuck to my vows, no matter how much I disliked the woman."
"And what of the other Purebloods and him?" She asked him.
"I have not seen them. He has been informed, but I only wanted the company of you." He replied, taking hold of her chin gently and leaning down to capture her lips. His hand slipping it's way into her hair, at the base of her neck, holding her to him. His leg leaning over the couch edge came up, and entangled with hers. With a flick of his wrist, from his free arm that held onto her tightly, he enlarged the couch into a double bed.
After a time the pair pulled apart reluctantly by being disturbed by a knocking on the door. Lucius growled, and removed his hand from his lovers breast, and she rested her head against his half unbuttoned chest. Lucius raised her hood and kissed her one last time, lingering a little while longer, before the knocker knocked again.
"I will go back to number 12..." She said.
"No." Lucius replied firmly. Raised eyebrows greeted his response, and hard grey eyes met hers.
"I want you to stay Hermione. Your place is by my side, we no longer have to hide... completely. I still want you protected and concealed from my fellow death eaters, and visitor's gazes because you are not theirs to view or plot to steal once they see your beauty."
He leaned in and kissed her blushing cheeks and tightly thinned lips. He knew his words word anger her, but his line of company and business, he needed her kept safe, but close to him. He knew she'd have to go back to the bloody Order Head Quarters eventually, but for now, she is his.
Lucius kissed her thin lips, pulling them out of their angry lined, and into their normal full, kissable cushions.
"Now come." He led her to his seat behind his desk and lowered her into his chair, making sure she is concealed from view, and then pulling his wand from his cane that sat like a soldiers sword hooked on his belt loop, before casting a none-verbal spell that raised the volume of his voice. Removing his death eater attire, he wore underneath the richest of black material tight fitted robes, and the finest of dragon skin black belt, with a gold hoop holder for his cane/wand holder and a tight-fitted, black buttoned down, collared t-shirt.
"Enter." A blond slipped through the office door, and froze upon the sight of the man he'd grown up knowing as "father" with a unknown companion. As soon as the door had closed behind the young man, Lucius voice had returned to normal volume and he finally broke the long silence after that one familiar word of greeting from the boy he had brought up as his own, even with his own doubts, he'd still raised him.
"It's Mr. Malfoy, or simply Malfoy. As harsh as it is, this is reality Draco. I am not your father. You were present at the revealing and hearing."
Draco glared at the man before him, he still wouldn't, couldn't believe his unfortunate turn of events. His eyes rested upon the figure in his father's chair and scrutinized the cloaked body with narrowed eyes.
"Who is she?"