Finally! I have had the worst writers block with this. I had asked myself as well as the group if it was acceptable to call this complete without the planned chapter. Ultimately, though, I never deleted it because it didn't feel right. Here we are now, and I think I may have figured out what to do. I hope so.

Enjoy this last chapter. For those of you who know me, I have a lot of WIPs open, so a completed fic is pretty cool.

Standard disclaimers apply.

It had begun, as many a great things do, with a cup of tea. Navigating their divorce, Hermione had convinced Narcissa to accept what little she truly wanted from Lucius while still keeping what was important to her as a reinstated Black. From the vaults to the housing, she left no loopholes open for Lucius' barrister to utilize. 'They'd be well-suited,' the soon-to-be Ms. Black considered before she could even really register the thought, only realizing it upon the shock of having thought it at all. Narcissa straightened in her seat while Miss Granger moved to her bookshelves to find a tome.

"Miss Granger, while you look, is there somewhere I might refresh myself?" To her credit, Hermione made no mention of the abrupt question, and directed her attention to an unobtrusive but nicely decorated washroom just behind where the blonde was seated. "Ah, thank you."

Once inside, Narcissa sagged against the wall, the mirror across from her showing how pale she was. Lucius and Miss Granger? She swallowed heavily, making eye contact with her reflection. Filing for divorce hadn't been because of a lack of love, but the abundance of it. He was her best friend, and she cared for him, but together, they were too mired in the past to ever be truly happy. She needed the freedom as much as he did. She just needed a chance to know that she could have a great love, and wanted the same for him. But her barrister? Would this be considered a conflict of interest, and if so, affect the terms of her divorce?

'No,' she thought. 'Likely not.' As she and Lucius were parting as good friends and only needed to finalise terms, Narcissa knew any fraternising would be after the dust had settled. The brunette was a naturally pretty girl, an understated and easy beauty. ' A Girl Next Door type,' Draco had called her; wholesome and sweet, with a beauty which shown from the inside out. She was intelligent and goal-oriented, clever, and even more passionate than usual when a subject interested her.

The more Narcissa considered that terrible thought which had laid it's roots and begun to sprout - Lucius and Hermione could be good together - the better it had begun to sound.

By the time she left Hermione's office that day, her plan would be set into motion.

"Yuh-huh."

"Thank Merlin." He growled before surging forward to capture her lips. Hermione shivered with the pressure of Lucius' soft, slightly chapped lips. Her hands, previously rested upon her abdomen at the start of Lucius' acupressure experiment, had moved to her sides when he had leaned above her. Now, her digits were carding through his loose blond strands, scratching at his scalp and tugging in time with the movement of their tongues. Lucius had one of his own larger hands entangled in the kinky hair at the base of her skull while the other massaged her hip and - Oh! Oh that felt just decadent. His thumb pressed lightly, rubbing with expert pressure, upon the raised bone of her clothed pelvis, the sensation hardening her nipples and making her squirm.

Hermione hissed suddenly, breaking their passion to react to the sudden pain in the center of her back. The wizard above her pulled away with concern, a fine brow arched in curiosity. She pushed gently at his chest, half whining in a whisper while she sat up. "It's that damned spring from earlier."

The wizard shifted back to sitting and huffed incredulously. "Even when he's not in the room…" The rest of his sentence went unspoken, but Hermione got the gist. Draco Malfoy had unwittingly cockblocked them both.

"I am seriously going to stab your son, Lucius." His responding low chuckle reinvigorated the goose pimples which had plagued her earlier with every surreptitious glance of his across the dinner table. Shifting, Hermione sat up fully beside him and allowed her feet to touch the floor.

"I think, darling, this may be a sign," she felt more than saw his lips speak, the puffs of wine-sweet air punctuating his words. Her own mouth trembled a bit, want and the fear of rejection drawing her lower lip between her teeth only to be popped out by his thumb. "Please don't do that, Hermione." Lucius' voice had transformed from amused to rough with her simple action.

Deciding to be a bit daring, Hermione chanced a kiss to his thumb, maintaining eye contact through her lashes. The sight of his dilated pupils nearly drowning out his grey eyes sent wet heat through her. Emboldened, she opened her lips, scraping his thumbprint along her bottom teeth with a sensual nip. "If this is a sign, Lucius, perhaps it is simply that we should relocate?" No sooner had she said the words than she as greeted with the stomach-twist of apparition.

Good Lord, the man could kiss like a dream. Their landing had, for the first time in Hermione's life, been fluid. Or at least, she thought it had been. Somewhere between arrival and the current moment, she had been shoved up against the nearest wall and her legs manhandled around a trim, masculine waist. Not one to be cowed, she gave as good as she got. Which was really, really good.

His lips moseyed over her jaw, walking hot kisses inch by inch along the bone to reach the spot just below her ear while she tugged his hair and ground herself against him. The thrust which responded to the roll of her hips… oh, Merlin…

"Lucius, actually." His voice rough with want, only pausing in his journey down her neck long enough to answer her unintelligible breathing sigh of questioning. "My name," one hand ran up the length of her thigh to finger at the hem of her party dress - that sweet, blessed last minute frock from the Gods above, "is Lucius. I expect you to say it… now." His hand delved forward to cup and massage her mound.

"Luciiuuuuusssss…" she hissed, craning her neck back and clenching her eyes closed with the sensations rushing through her. His chuckled darkly - a deep, throbbing sound which travelled the same path as the heat curling down her spine.

"I wonder what other noises you'll make." His mouth was on her clavicle now, nipping along the fine bones and giving her goose pimples their own goose pimples.

Hermione couldn't locate enough breath to do more than rasp her challenge to the ceiling. "Find out." She was extremely confused when her back no longer had the support of the wall but moments later found herself horizontal on a brocade duvet. Her tasteful party dress laid bunched at her middle, bra flung somewhere behind Lucius whose mouth was on her breast and fingers were dancing a foxtrot over her hips with her knickers in tow. Tomorrow she would worry about the stretched sweetheart neckline and the ruined satin, but tonight she could think of nothing more than tactics and sensations.

Tactics again, as she wondered how to get the thin yet surprisingly burly man onto his back for the fifth time. His mouth, once thought to only be able to pronounce sneers and bloodline epithets, had done a remarkably good job of derailing her train of thought with the open-mouthed suckles placed on her ribcage.

Finally her moment had come, as he raised himself slightly up above her to unbutton the first - the bloody first? - of the tiny black buttons keeping his shirt closed. Hermione shimmied her hips lower, raising one knee and working her other leg around him for leverage, and with a quick motion her former self-defense instructor would have been proud of (probably under different circumstances), flipped them. Her patience was on a thin tether already, but the sight of fine hair peeking from his neckline snapped it, and the rest of his buttons went flying through the room as she tore his dress shirt open.

The darkness of the room kept her from seeing his reaction, but the bobbing of the steel rod between her thighs told her he appreciated her forward attitude. Within the breath of a second, Lucius was sitting up and taking a breast into his mouth again while she ground her warm wetness against his still-clothed cock. Hands wandered everywhere - her hair, his belt - and finally, he was sinking deeply within her.

"While I - uhn - lament that I - fuck, you're sopping - haven't taken the time to-"

"Lucius?" she panted, still astride him while he kept a smooth rhythm. "Shut up and fuck me." She smirked at his lusty groan before finding herself face-down on the mattress. The very familiar scented mattress. Hermione successfully shoved that and every other thought away when his large hands found her hips and Lucius slid into her again. And again. Ohhhhhhh and again.

"Is this-?" Hermione took in the room around her, having woken to an errant ray of sunlight beaming directly onto her face. Framed quidditch posters lined one slate-coloured wall. A Slytherin banner hung over the headboard above her. A desk to her left with discarded sweets wrappers and chewed upon quills.

"Draco's room at the Manor? Yes. Consider it revenge for his actions last night." He sounded smug. A glance to Lucius' face confirmed it. The brunette burrowed deeper into his embrace and smiled against his chest, turning into full blown giggles the further she considered it.

Roughly a year later, when Witch Weekly and The Prophet ran joint stories of their romance a week before their wedding, the duo had gotten a laugh from the shared title.

Busting Boulanger

Final A/N:

C'est finis. Fucking finally. Probably wasn't the culmination y'all hoped for, but, ehhh, whatever.

I will extend this challenge, however -

Write for the BB universe. If you're inspired by plunnies as a result of this fic, if you want to expand upon it, write for it, tag my pasty arse (either by giving props in your summary or in you A/Ns so people know where the origin came from), and go for it. I, personally, am done with this and have no plans to continue, but you should feel free to go ahead and explore.

Thank you for all the love and support you all at ffnet and facebook have given. It's honestly the only thing that kept this story going. I fucking love you guys.