I'm finally posting this fic! I wrote it for the LJ Lucius Big Bang last year and had a lot of fun with it. It is basically a Lucius smut fest, although the romance creeps in rather powerfully as it progresses. I would describe it as a Lumione, but not without some - diversion - for our beloved Malfoy first. As the title suggests, Lucius certainly gets to have his cake and eat it! It has a prologue and epilogue and five chapters and I will be posting a chapter a day.

On a rather self-indulgent note ... the LJ Smutastic Awards are open for nominations again. I had a lot of fun when Discovering Beauty did so well last year - a nomination is always a lovely moment for any writer. If you feel like nominating any erotic fanfiction you've read which hasn't previously won, head over to the Smutastics and do so. The link is in the news section on my profile.

Also on my profile is a new poll which simply asks: are you male or female. Please take a moment to pop over and vote - I am very curious to know! It's all completely anonymous and only takes a couple of clicks of the mouse.

So ... onwards in the company of three young witches ... Enjoy! x

The three young women met in The Rowan Tree every Wednesday for lunch.

They were a distinctive trio: young, bright, beautiful, always sitting at the same table in the corner, animated, engaged, their easy friendship etched into the smiles beaming from their open faces.

It was hardly surprising they drew frequent glances and comments from fellow diners.

Hermione and Ginny had been close since their first years at Hogwarts, but it was only since they had met Pansy again through their work at the Ministry that she had grown into the third of the trio. Indeed, if you had told Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley at school that they would become friends with Pansy Parkinson, they would have hexed you on the spot.

Age had not dulled Pansy's fiery spirit and confidence, but it had tamed her bitchiness. Her sense of humour appealed to the others, and as time had passed and Ministry work had forced the three of them on frequent courses and conferences together, they had found a common bond of giggles, gossip and garrulousness.

But their usual sense of fun and laughter had seemingly deserted them this Wednesday. As their meal drew to a close they sat, arms crossed, distinctly underwhelmed by life.

"Look at us. What the hell's the matter?" bemoaned Pansy.

"It was that bloody meeting. It went on forever. I almost hexed myself a stomach bug rather than sit and listen to Crouch droning on anymore," continued Ginny.

Hermione piped up, "It was important though. That new law could be contentious. If we don't understand it properly, we won't ..."

"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah, Mione ... Do you always have to be so damn righteous?" Pansy grimaced at her friend's sense of correctness.

"Sorry. You know it's the truth though."

Ginny frowned at her two friends. "That's not the only reason we're all so bloody fed up."

"What's your theory then?"

"Come on, you two. It's obvious! None of us have had a shag for weeks!"

"Speak for yourself, Gin!"

"Don't pull that one, Pansy. You haven't either. You tell us every gory detail of all your encounters. We'd know if there had been even a sniff of anything."

Pansy rolled her eyes in defeat. "Well ... yeah, you're right. But there's just been no one remotely ... do-able ... I mean ... a girl's gotta have some pride."

Hermione laughed. "You two are incorrigible. There are more important things in life than sex."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like ... friends, responsibility, the pursuit of happiness ..."

"Having sex makes me happy!"

"And me!"

"Yeah, but ... you said it had only been a few weeks. That's nothing! I haven't had sex for ..." Hermione's voice trailed off.

"Go on."

"It doesn't matter."

"Oh yes, it does, Mione. You have to tell us now."

"No."

"Yes."

She sighed and dropped her eyes, muttering in shame, "Eight months."

"Eight months!" Even Ginny was incredulous.

"It could be worse."

"Not much!" countered Pansy.

"Oh, come on. It's only sex!"

"Only sex! God, if that's what you think then my brother must have been shit in bed!"

"Lay off, Gin," chipped in Pansy, "you and Harry didn't exactly last long, did you?"

"You can't talk! You who used to play tonsil tennis with Draco 'Constipated Death Eater Ferret of Doom' Malfoy!"

"Constipated! Why constipated!"

"I dunno – just felt like it!"

Ginny glanced surreptitiously at Pansy. "Did you ... y'know ... at school?"

"No! Come on! I was really young when I was with Draco. Even I wasn't that bad!"

"Yeah, but ... "

Pansy smirked. "Let's just say, we did everything but. However ..."

"What?"

"After we finished Hogwarts, we met up again that summer, the summer after the war and ... carried on where we'd left off for a while."

"Really? I never knew that."

"Yeah, but ... we'd grown apart. He had so much ... baggage. I just wanted to have some fun. Still, he was my first."

"Harry was mine."

"And Ron mine," sighed Hermione.

"It seems so long ago now, doesn't it?" Ginny's brows furrowed with the memory.

"Yeah ... just like the last time I had a shag!" moaned Pansy.

"What are we doing wrong, girls? I mean, we're not exactly mingers are we? I thought we were supposed to be desirable." Ginny was confused.

"We are."

"So what the hell's the matter with us?"

"I think we scare men off. I think we intimidate them," Hermione suggested.

"Couldn't they just not be intimidated for one bloody night?"

"We need a man who knows his own mind. Who is aware of what we went through. Knows us a little, but not enough to be put off by our baggage, because, we all have it girls, you've gotta admit!"

They could hardly dispute Pansy's words.

"Maybe it should be someone older. Someone with some authority, or wealth at least, confident in himself. And intelligent, not going to be put off by a bright witch."

"And with a great arse."

"Well, yeah ... that too."

"Nice eyes."

"Tall, broad."

"Good legs."

"Doesn't have to be morally perfect. Having a past can be interesting."

"Agreed."

"With a bit of mystery about him, a bit of intrigue."

"Anything else?"

They pursed their lips in thought.

"Hung like a donkey."

Further thought.

"Yup."

The door of the restaurant opened. Three pairs of eyes instinctively swivelled to it.

"Bingo."

Lucius Malfoy had just walked in.

Oh yes indeed!

More tomorrow - promise. Mwa ha ha! x