Awakenings

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Awakenings

Lucius awoke to the covers being jerked off of his nude backside. Leisurely, he began to stretch, but froze when the words Hermione spoke began to sink in. "I'm pregnant?" He closed his eyes for a moment before rolling over to face the angry witch that hovered over him.

An attempt at an innocent smile played across his features. "My darling!" he exclaimed. "What wonderful news!"

Hermione took a step away from the bed to keep him from touching her. "Don't you dare 'darling' me! You knew! Didn't you?" she asked angrily.

Part of her was wondering, Why was she was angry with him? He could not have planned on getting her pregnant, could he? Doubts surfaced, causing her to feel a moments fear. "Did you plan this, Lucius? Did you decide to get me with child before I even arrived?"

In an instant, Lucius was off the bed, in all his naked glory, stalking her. "Of course!" His voice was cold and unemotional. "Me being such a piece of work. I must have had every intention of seducing you! My Slytherin cunning demanded that I sweep you off your feet and impregnate you before you could even think to realize my plan!" He laughed mockingly. "Silly Gryffindor child!" he sneered. "You never knew what hit you."

The fury in his eye was lessened only by the pain she saw shining beneath. "I'm sorr..." Before she could complete her apology, he had gripped her arms and pulled her body flush against his.

"Perhaps, I should rephrase my answer, Hermione." He pressed himself so close to her that she could feel the swelling of his arousal against her thigh.

As if in answer to his obvious desire, her own pulse quickened. "Lucius," she moaned as his arms wrapped around her and he buried his face in her neck.

His voice, when it came, was filled with an emotion that made her fears dissipate. "I had no hope for ever falling in love again. The gods know I don't deserve it. But when you came, it was as if the heavens were smiling down upon me. They not only allowed you to give me your heart, but they have blessed our love with a child."

He pulled away from her just enough to look her in the eyes. "Please believe that I would never try to control your decisions. I love you and I want to share my life with you."

Letting her go, he stepped away from her. "I want this child with you, Hermione. But I want you to want her as well," he sighed deeply, shaking his head. "Otherwise, her existence wouldn't be a very happy one."

Going down on his knees before her, he pulled her into his arms at her waist, lying his head on her belly. "And I want her childhood to be happy."

The gesture brought tears to Hermione's eyes. His actions were so gentle, they stole her breath away. In a trembling voice she asked, "It's a girl?"

Lucius nodded, pulling away so he could look into her eyes. "Narcissa and Draco told me she would be coming to us when they told me good-bye."

Hermione took a deep breath at the mention of Draco and Narcissa. "You've seen them?"

Lucius nodded and leaned back to look into her eyes. "The night when we first made love." He smiled awkwardly. "Draco asked a boon."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at his words. "Did he? What was it?"

His gaze never wavered from her face. "He wants us to name her Hope. He says it would be a fitting name."

At that, Hermione smiled and nodded. "That sounds like a good name for her. I rather like that name."

His arms circled around her once more, and for a moment, it seemed the entire world was standing still for them. When he spoke, his voice was hushed. "Thank you, Hermione."

She toyed with his hair, asking, "For what?"

"For giving me a reason to live again."

For once, words failed her. Going down on her knees beside him, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

As he returned her kiss, he whispered a spell and she was suddenly as naked as he. Urging her to lie on the Persian carpet that was on the floor, his lips trailed down the expanse of her neck and shoulder.

When his tongue traced circles around her nipple, Hermione moaned and arched her back. He smiled at the sight of her offering herself up to his touch. Who would have believed that of the two of them when they were once on separate sides of this war? he wondered to himself as his fingers drifted down past her navel. Past the thatch of dark curls, to her heated core that was already moist and throbbing for him.

Her moans began to grow when his fingers rubbed over her clit. Raising up to watch her, he slid a finger into her and smiled when he was rewarded by her impassioned, Yesss-ss-ss,"

Hermione reached out for him and he felt a shockwave go through him when her hand closed around him. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply as she began to stroke him.

Feeling wicked, Hermione pulled away from him, long enough to urge him to lay back on the carpet, giving her total access to his person.

Going to her knees, she smiled at Lucius' perplexed look. Then, leaning down, she slowly circled her tongue around the tip of his sex and was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. Feeling that was approval enough for her to continue, she began to take his length into her mouth.

Eyes wide, Lucius watched as she took his cock into her mouth. He gasped as she used one hand to hold him, as her tongue circled him once more, before she began to suck him again deep into her mouth.. His eyes closed and his hands cradled her head as she drove him into a panting frenzy.

When he began to feel his orgasm threatening to come, he gripped her shoulders and urged her to mount him. Gripping her hips, he thrust upward, impaling her on his hardened length.

Gasping, Hermione began to rock on him as he lifted his hips repeatedly, causing her breathing to become moans. The friction between their bodies began building. Both crested at the same time. Her cries were echoed by his own bellow of completion.

As the last tremor passed through her, Hermione let herself succumb to the urge to lay atop him. His arms wrapped around her in a gesture of both possessiveness and protection.

Lucius felt as if for the first time in a very long time, he was whole. It was thanks to this glorious witch who rested her head in the crook of his neck. There was no way he would ever be able to tell her how much she meant to him. Her acceptance and the love she had given him had done more than just bring him companionship. It had given him back his soul.

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The room was devoid of any light, save the one candle that rested on the mantle. The furnishings within the space were limited and in poor condition. The shelves on either side of it were empty. It gave an impression of being deserted.

The only life within the room was that of two wizards, one standing on his feet in a cowardly manner. His hands trembled and constantly fretted with the frayed edge at the collar of his robes.

The other was reclining menacingly on the only piece of furniture within the room; a ragged, grey wingback chair that should have been buried along with its previous owner. With a snort of distaste, the sitting man glared at the other. "This had better be good, Pettigrew! I am growing less and less interested in your unexpected visits."

Peter trembled visibly at the sound of his lord's voice. "I– I'm sorry, my lord. But I thought you would want to know that Kingsley has failed. Hermione is back with Lucius."

A bony hand reached up and seemed to make an outline of Peter's neck. The younger wizard began to cough and sputter. Choking, the fearful wizard fell to his knees. "Master-- forgive-- me!" he begged. "I-- bring-- more news-- than just that!"

Still vexed at having to share company with such a loathsome being as Peter Pettigrew, but curious, he relinquished the magical choke-hold he held. "This had better be good," he hissed through a face that no longer bore any resemblance to anything living. Flesh hung limply on his skull and his teeth were jagged and pointed.

Peter nodded excitedly. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "It could bear good news to your rebirth. That is... I mean to say... If you wouldn't mind being a female?" he added nervously.

Voldemort leaned back in his chair, considering Peter's words. "I am not a sexual creature, Pettigrew, so the sex of my next host would not matter. But," his voice grew malicious, "the witch would have to have a powerful bloodline."

Peter almost skipped excitedly. "What if I could promise you the unborn child of Hermione Granger and Lucius Malfoy?" he said hurriedly. "She is the smartest witch of her generation, and he, being the descendant of Merlin..."

Peter's voice drifted into silence at the look on his master's face. He stood, shivering as if he was buried in ice as he waited for Voldemort to speak.

"Hermione Granger is pregnant with Lucius Malfoy's child? That's nonsense!" Voldemort shook his head. "He may no longer be a Death Eater, but he would never soil his person by fucking a Mudblood!"

The spineless wizard took a step back in fear. "B-but they did! I-I witnessed their conversation this morning." he swore, nodding vigorously. A dirty smile spread across his features when he added, "I also witnessed just how well they fuck..."

Voldemort considered his vile servant for a moment before saying, "Really?" His tongue moved through his mouth to lick his lips that were beginning to show signs of gangrene. "You didn't happen to bring a pensieve, did you?"

Peter smiled and held out a dirty, shaky hand. Moving to bow before Voldemort, he quickly emptied his memories of the morning and offered them to the Wizard before him.

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Hermione awoke from her nap to the sound of raised voices. Gaining her feet, she threw on her dressing robe and ran out towards the entryway to find out what was going on.

"You can't have her! You filthy, disgusting pig! You don't deserve her!" Harry was standing, with his wand drawn, cornering an unarmed Lucius. Severus and Ron stood on either side. Ron was speaking softly, trying to calm Harry, but failing. Severus seemed to be trying to find a way to anchor himself between Harry and Lucius, his target.

"Harry," Ron began, "this is what Hermione wants. She loves him. They are happy. She's right. He's not the same man we once knew."

Lucius remained silent. He watched the younger wizard desperately trying to talk some sense into his friend.

Harry shook his head. "He's used some kind of spell. He had to. She would never find that bastard," he gestured at Lucius, "attractive!" He snarled up his nose in disgust. "I mean, look at him! He's not even a man anymore! He's a freak!"

With lightning fast speed, Hermione gripped her wand. "Expelliarmus!" In response, Harry's wand went flying from his grasp. Four sets of startled eyes turned to gaze upon her.

With a look akin to fury, Hermione descended the stairs. "That is uncalled for, Harry. He is NOT a freak! You, of all people should be able to understand how an experience such as losing one's family can change someone."

Lucius stepped closer to her. "It's all right, Hermione. I understand how he feels." He shook his head. "I am not exactly comforting to look at."

Harry whirled back, advancing on Lucius. "Shut up, you wanker! You've mystified her into believing you are worthy of redemption. But I know better!"

Before he could even think to avoid her, Hermione slapped Harry. The sound echoed through the hall, leaving both of them stunned.

Harry regarded Hermione with a look of shock. She returned his stare with tear-filled eyes. After a moment, she shook her head and whispered, "I think you need to go now."

Turning, she made her way back up the stairs. Ron made to speak but she just waved him silent. "Just go. I cannot face you when you are like this, Harry." She stopped on the staircase, and without turning back, added, "You told me this morning that you didn't think you knew me anymore? Well, at this moment, I am quite certain that I never really knew you."

With those words, she ascended the stairs and left all four men behind. The shock was stagnate in the air. Ron cleared his throat. "Surely, she didn't mean it." His voice was hopeful, but unconvincing.

Harry's shoulders sagged as he heaved a sigh. "Yes, she did. What's more is that she was right. I see less and less of the person I once was during this war. I expect that by the time this battle is finally won, I shall be nothing more than an empty shell of myself.

Turning to look at Lucius, he pinned him with a venomous glare. "You say you love her? Then I expect you to take care of her." Once the words left his mouth, he turned and fled the room.

In that instant, Ron found himself wondering if there would ever be another point when the trio would ever be in the same room together again. Looking to Lucius, he said softly, "For what it's worth, I do see you as a changed man. Take care of her, will you?" He smiled sadly before moving to join his friend on the trip back to Grimmauld.

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A/N: WOW!!! Where did that come from? Don't ask me! I have no clue what will happen until I sit down and start typing!... Hope each of you enjoy it! More to come soon. I promise!