"Who the hell is it?" Tonks hissed.

"Lucius Malfoy."

The room fell silent.

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Chapter 12-Meeting and Confronting

Lucius woke with something small and warm curled into his torso and glanced down to find Hermione, still asleep. Ah, yes, he had decided to stay with her. He thought about last night, how she flung herself at him in just her towel, how she had delicately kissed his dark mark, saying it didn't matter. And right there was what got him, what did she mean by that? Should he ask her? He thought, that maybe if they wanted their relationship to go anywhere, he might as well.

Hermione stirred against his chest and he lifted a finger to brush a piece of hair from her face. The next time she moved he kissed her lips. She blinked her eyes open to a smiling Lucius. She yawned and grinned at him. She straitened out her body and pushed it flush against his then arched her back to kiss him. When his mouth opened over hers and his tongue plunged into her she moaned into his mouth. Behind the haze of the passionate kiss Lucius felt her little fingers tugging his shirt up his body and her heard her grunt of frustration when she pulled away dragged him into a sitting position. She flung off his shirt and stared at his body.

A few faint scars played across his pale chest and stomach and lean, strong muscles defined his body, he had an adorable faint line of hair running from his naval to the waist of his pants. She leaned in and placed a kiss on the middle of his chest and looked up at him. He was looking down at her with a burning in his eyes and she suddenly realized that, though he wanted to take things slow, if he was so enticed he could not. She decided to use it to her advantage.

When she parted her lips he knew that it was going to be impossible to stop him now. He crashed his mouth onto hers and shoved his tongue between her lips, searching, claiming, wanting. His hands left her face, trailed down her neck, down her torso to the bottom of her shirt and ripped it over her head, barely breaking the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him and was shocked to feel nothing but skin. His hand trailed lightly over her skin to find she wore no bra.

He gently laid her out on the bed and his hands sought out her breast. Her gasp as he first touched her only increased the ache in his loins. Her breathing hitched noticeably as he stroked her nipples, her firm breasts cupped in his hands. He pulled back until he was no longer touching her and watched her for a moment. Her eyes were closed and her chest quickly rose and fell with her panting breaths.

He leaned over her and brushed his lips against hers then trailed his kisses up her jaw line to her ear and sliding his tongue over her ear lobe. He quickly made his way down to the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, and with a small bite provoked a moan from her swollen lips. Her kissed across her collar bone to the hollow at the base of her throat and flicked his tongue over it.

He slowly made his way down from there to her chest. With a quick glance up at her face he opened his mouth over her breast and suckled, his teeth nipping at her nipple. Her moans were loud in his ears and her hands were clutching at his hair, pulling him closer. He changed breasts and applied the same passionate care.

Hermione's mind was in a fog, all she knew was she didn't want Malfoy to stop, ever. She arched her hips towards him, begging silently when his tongue flicked over her naval. Her whimper of need rang in his head as he moved back up her body to claim her mouth once again. And as he pressed against her she could feel his rigid manhood against her thigh and pushed her over the edge.

Reaching down she clawed at his pants, shoving them as low as she could reach until he brushed her hands away and pulled off his pants, flinging them aside. Hermione gazed at the naked man, blushing slightly. She had never seen a naked man before, but she was pretty sure Malfoy's manhood was huge. Suddenly a little scared she turned her head away to hide her red face, but the panting breaths issuing from her lips was a dead give away. She may have been scared but she wanted him.

Lucius saw her modest reaction and was curious, but her need, as well as his, was still clear. He lay down beside her and put his hand on her stomach, tracing invisible patterns until he felt her relax. Slowly, he took a hold of her pants and inched them down her body until they were off and flung them to the floor. She turned to look at him again, and this time the twinkling flame in her eyes was pure desire. He quickly disposed of her panties and moved in to kiss her, his mouth hard on hers.

She felt his hand trailing down her body and suddenly tensed, he kept going until his hand was resting on top of her mound. Her legs were pressed tightly together and he waited patiently until she relaxed and spread her thighs. He moved his hand until he was cupping her, and as soon as he did he felt wetness in his hand. He began to stroke her folds, his fingers wet with her juices. She groaned with each stroke and started to move her hips with his hand. Her mewl of need and desire threatened to be his end and he quickly moved on top of her, never breaking the kiss.

He positioned himself at her entrance and, mouth on mouth, he plunged into her. Her cry was one of pain and pleasure and her hands flew up to clench his shoulders. He didn't move, he was afraid to. He had felt it, the ripping inside her. He had opened her, how had he managed that without knowing!? He was all but ready to jump up when Hermione began rocking her hips against his, a low moan issuing from her throat. He slowly began to move, pumping in and out with controlled care.

"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed and got the reaction she had hoped for. He began to move faster, his thrust hard and deep. She was groaning with each thrust, her hips rising to meet him. She was tight and wet around him and they both new their climax was near. With one last aching, hard, passionate thrust they exploded at the same time, their bodies shuddering together.

"Lucius!" Hermione screamed, almost covering up his moan of "Hermione."

As they lay together, Lucius still in her, they both thought it funny they had reached their climax groaning each other's first names.

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Draco woke with a pounding headache, he had been up almost all night trying to figure out who the woman might be. He had given up and had fallen into a rough sleep. He went into the shower as soon as he could and stayed in there trying not to fall asleep standing. Had he not been in the shower, he would have heard the sensual sounds coming from below.

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"Why did you not tell me you were a virgin?"

"Right, what was I supposed to do? 'Hey, Malfoy before you undress me I ought to tell you I'm a virgin'?"

"That wouldn't have been a bad start."

Hermione scoffed. "Right."

"I hurt you! I could've been gentle at the very least!"

"Malfoy, let me decide what hurts me or not. And as for gentle," She rolled on her side to look at him, "I didn't want gentle in case you didn't notice."

He grinned and kissed her, fondling her breasts. "I think we should tell Draco."

"Peachy, he's just going to love this."

"He's going to have to. I'm going to go talk to him."

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Draco was staring at the ceiling wishing he could fall asleep to make up for lack of it last night when he heard a knock at his door. "Enter." He mumbled. He sat up when his father sat beside him. Was he finally going to be told who the mystery woman was?

"You know that I'm seeing someone." Lucius started.

"Living with her really."

"Well yes. I want you to meet her. But first I ought to warn you, she may be a bit of a shock."

"Really? Why would that be?"

"Let's just say you know her. Come on."

Draco followed his father downstairs. He knew her? What the hell? That didn't make sense. When they reached the second floor Lucius pushed open the door to his bedroom, hoping Hermione had gotten dressed. When he peeked into the room she was sitting on the bed with his shirt on reading a book. He walked in followed by his son.

"Granger!?" Draco shouted.

Hermione looked up and smiled. "Hi, Draco."

He sputtered a moment before saying something. "Father, you do not mean to tell me that Granger is who you were snogging the other day!"

"Yes, actually."

Lucius moved across the room to stand next to a now standing Hermione and wrapped his arm around her waist. Draco gaped at them for a long moment. He just couldn't believe it.

"The Order is going to kill you." He finally said.

"I'd rather them then the Dark Lord. Besides, they don't know she's here."

"They're really going to kill you."

"There not going to even point their wands at him if I can help it." Hermione said.

Draco sneered, "They'll think you're a traitor."

The silence in the room was heavy. She hadn't thought about that, she had only thought about her feelings for the beautiful blond man. What if they did? What if they wouldn't hear her out and "disowned" her? That wouldn't happen! She wouldn't let them get rid of her. But she wasn't willing to let them get rid of Lucius either.

There was a tap at the window and Lucius turned to let the bird in. He took the letter off of its leg and it flew away. Lucius opened it and his pale face grew more and more pale as he read. Hermione and Draco watched him in curiosity.

"Draco, I need to know now if you are going to stand by this relationship."

After a second of looking between his father and Hermione Draco nodded. Lucius handed Hermione the letter and motioned for Draco to read it, Draco looked over her shoulder and they read it together.

Lucius,

The Order has been searching for Miss. Granger this entire time. Only recently did I remember your attempts to help her and sort of let slip that she was probably with you. I told them that before they blew up your manor that I would explain. I've tried to tell them that you have been helping Hermione and that Weasley would still be out in the world if it weren't for you but they are still rather miffed. I wrote to warn you nearly the entire Order is coming to confront you so you better have a good explanation for any questions they might ask.

Best of Luck,

Severus

"Holy shit." Draco mumbled.

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Hermione was curled into a ball on the couch with Draco sitting next to her and Lucius pacing. When a knock sounded on the door, Lucius waved his hand to unlock it and the door was flung open, followed by an angry mob of Order members. They filed into the room, crowding in and all glaring at the tall, blond haired man.

"Where's Hermione!?" Harry yelled at him.

Lucius motioned behind him to Hermione on the couch. Harry's eyes bugged when he saw she was in Malfoy senior's shirt and sitting next to Draco. The rest of the Order's eyes followed his. A mumble ran through the group and all their eyes snapped back to Lucius.

"Explain yourself!" McGonagall sputtered.

"I was tired of working for the Dark Lord, a slave to his every cruel, horrible word. I wanted to help in his defeat. I learned of Granger's search for the betrayer- Weasley- and chose to help. I wrote notes only she could read and asked Severus to leave them where she could find them. She followed my instructions of where to find him and when. And she got him the second time. Crucioed his ass off."

"Did you think about the other Death Eaters? You could have gotten her killed!" Tonks shouted.

Lucius hung his head. "I realize that now."

The direction of this conversation was bugging Hermione. She stood up and wrapped her hands around his arm, tucking her body close to his. "It's alright, Malfoy, I'm okay."

Lucius looked down at her. "But they crucioed you. How can I forgive myself for that?"

Hermione reached up to touch his cheek. "It wasn't your fault."

The Order stared at the two in awe. What was going on? Had Snape left something out when he was trying to explain? Surely not, but then that didn't explain the inexplicable tenderness between the two old enemies. No one wanted to ask about it. As they watched the two a few began to notice the fading scratches on Hermione's face and the ones they could see on her legs.

"Why is she scratched up?" Moody asked.

Lucius flinched. "Another mistake of mine, Fenrir Greyback was able to get into my house while I was away and attacked her."

"What the hell!" Remus exclaimed. "Hermione, are you alright? Did he bite you? Do you feel funny with the phases of the moon? Had any animal characteristics?"

"No, he didn't bit me, I'm fine. But I might have been a werewolf or dead right now if Malfoy hadn't saved me."

Hermione smiled lovingly up at the man then, forgetting their company, leaned up for a kiss. Lucius quickly plunged his tongue into her mouth, his body remembering their morning. The Order was floored and everyone's jaws dropped.

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