A kiss Goodbye

[madeleone]

Title: A Kiss Goodbye

Word Count: 100x7
Rating: PG 13
Challenges: malfoy the suitor, lucius wants hermione
Characters: Lucius, Hermione
Authors Note: It all belongs to JKR, I'm only playing for a bit, I make no money here. This work is unbeta'd all mistakes are my own. This is part #4 of my Severus' Sacrifice series, Other parts
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Hermione entered the office and sat in the chair behind his desk. She wasn't looking forward to this appointment as she feared it was going to turn into a confrontation. She wandered to the window and looked out over the magnificent formal gardens and soon was so deeply lost in thought she didn't even hear him enter the room.

 

“I understand you wanted to speak to me, my dear?” he asked in that genteel, cultured voice.

 

She looked up at him and suddenly had no idea what to say. Instead she pulled him down into a deep passionate kiss.

 

 

 

Passion had never been an issue with them, whenever they came together it was like spontaneous combustion. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he deepened the kiss. Soon his hands were roaming, he nearly had her top off before she came to her senses.

 

“Lu, no stop, Lucius... wait.” she begged him but it was like he didn't hear her. “We must stop, Lu please... LUCIUS!”

 

Finally her words sank in and he pulled back to look at her. “What is it, sweet? What's wrong?”

He looked at her quizzically for a moment.

 

 

 

Suddenly, he realized what was on her mind and he froze. “Fuck it all, Hermione! That was a goodbye kiss wasn't it?” he asked angrily.

 

“I'm sorry, Lucius.” She was trying very hard not to cry but didn't think she would be able to stop herself. This was more difficult than she had expected.

 

“So you're going back to Severus?”

 

“Yes... No... I mean not exactly.”

 

He raised one eyebrow giving her a questioning stare.

 

“It's all very complicated,” she finally answered.

 

He pulled her over to settee, pushed her down and commanded, “Explain.”

 

 

 

So she explained what had happened, concluding, “I find I do still have feelings for him, even after what happened. If I don't take this chance I may regret it forever.”

 

Looking into his eyes she suddenly burst into tears. “I had no idea it was going to be so hard to say this to you, Lucius. Maybe I'm making a mistake.”

 

Lucius held her tightly, rubbing circles on her back soothingly. “Shhhh... there, there, my dear. It will be all right, you'll see, I promise.” As much as it hurt, he knew what he had to do.

 

 

 

“No, my sweet. I think you're absolutely right. You have a long history with Severus, if you do still have feelings it might be a dreadful mistake to walk away. You must explore this.”

 

“But I do care for you very much, as well, Lucius. I don't want to lose you entirely, can we still be friends?”

 

“I'm unsure Severus would tolerate any kind of relationship between us, even friendship.”

 

“Oh, but I made him promise. That was one of the conditions.”

 

Lucius looked at her with wonder. “Why how very Slytherin of you, sweet.”

 

 

 

They talked for a long time. He convinced her that what they'd shared was a brief, bright, passionate fling but it was bound to end sooner or later. She shouldn't miss the chance to reunite with Severus, if that was what she truly desired. He certainly would not be the one to stand in their way.

 

What they'd shared was more than sex. He admitted to her that he'd also come to enjoy having someone to talk to, confide in, bounce ideas off. He would miss that aspect of their relationship and honestly wanted to keep her friendship. He promised.

 

 

 

After she'd gone, Lucius sat for a long time nursing his fire whisky. He stared out at the gardens much as Hermione had earlier, lost in thought.

 

He'd been with a good many witches since the end of the war, but none's loss had affected him so dramatically. Not since Narcissa had left him had he felt like this.

 

Severus was his oldest friend and he'd come to care for Hermione also. He knew letting her go was the right thing to do. Rubbing his hand over his chest, he wondered, then why did it hurt so damn bloody much?