True Love and Other Natural Disasters
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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12,032
Reviews:
46
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True Love and Other Natural Disasters
Hermione Granger sighed heavily and shook her head a little to try clearing it. She should have known that particular spell would come back to bite her in the bum. She would have been busily telling anyone else it had been a bad idea out of the gate. As it was, she was telling herself that and trying to remember everything that had been done and said that night to try a reversal spell.
Truth be told, it was her own fault she was in her current quandary. She really should have known better but when Padma, Pavarti, Lavendar and even Ginny had asked if she wanted to play My Prince she had accepted. It was a game teenage witches often played. A sort of “find out who you’re supposed to be with” sort of thing that had been around literally for centuries. The only difference from muggle games of the sort was; it was usually accurate, to a certain extent. It told who you’d be with but usually only in the short term, more often than not zeroing in on whatever boy the girl was infatuated with at that moment and linking him to her temporarily so she could eventually disengage from him and go on to the person she was supposed to be with. It was generally frivolous fun. Usually. She hadn’t realized it would have such long term, far reaching and disastrous consequences.
She remembered very clearly that Ginny had giggled and blushed when Harry’s name had spun into the air, forming from the red smoke in the game. She also remembered the game’s response to her. It had very clearly scrawled out the letters L.M. before instantly dissipating and writing out “Not now”. This had puzzled everyone save Hermione who had simply shrugged it off as silliness.
She should have known something was amiss when she woke up with the words to the game echoing through her mind. “My prince you are, my prince you’ll be. I await you, come to me.” But she’d shoved it to the back of her mind, preferring to focus on the Ministry meeting she had to attend that day.
As head liaison for the Magickal and Muggle Relations Committee she was required to present any leaks aside from family of muggle born witches or wizards about the Wizarding world. More often than not she dressed in muggle attire for these meetings considering she usually left to run her checks in the muggle world. Fortunately, the job allowed her to afford excellent muggle clothes. And after all, Giorgio Armani was a clothing wizard by anyone’s standards. She decided on the basic black suit with a turquoise silk blouse and an excellent pair of shoes by Carlos Santana called “Cosmic”, which she’d bought because the name amused her and she loved the way they looked.
She had arrived in her office, gathered all of the paperwork needed for her presentation and made her way to the meeting room that had been reserved. It had been at that point in time when she’d noticed it felt like someone was watching her intently and again the words from the game echoed through her mind. She shook her head and moved into the meeting room, greeting several others who were already present. She sat down and started arranging her paperwork for her part of the presentation.
She happened to look up in time to see none other than Lucius Malfoy walk through the doorway and felt her heart momentarily stop. She hadn’t seen him in at least ten years, no one had but Draco. It seemed that Narcissa’s death had been something he’d taken particularly hard. After her passing he hadn’t been seen anywhere but board meetings for his many companies, even those had been sporadic and far between in the last decade. But he looked as though time hadn’t touched him, she saw only minute touches of silver in his already platinum hair and it only served to compliment him.
His eyes had caught hers when she’d looked up and she felt an odd shiver work it’s way down her spine. Her mouth opened a little in shock as the letters L.M. written in red smoke from her teenage years seemed to float in front of her eyes. The only thought that went through her head a few minutes after that was “The gods had a sick sense of humor.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The shoes mentioned can be found here.
http://www.gothamcityonline.com/carlos-by-carlos-santana/carlos-by-carlos-santana-cosmic-black-heels-pumps.cfm
Yes, I own a pair and they’re possibly the most comfortable pair of heels I’ve ever worn.
Truth be told, it was her own fault she was in her current quandary. She really should have known better but when Padma, Pavarti, Lavendar and even Ginny had asked if she wanted to play My Prince she had accepted. It was a game teenage witches often played. A sort of “find out who you’re supposed to be with” sort of thing that had been around literally for centuries. The only difference from muggle games of the sort was; it was usually accurate, to a certain extent. It told who you’d be with but usually only in the short term, more often than not zeroing in on whatever boy the girl was infatuated with at that moment and linking him to her temporarily so she could eventually disengage from him and go on to the person she was supposed to be with. It was generally frivolous fun. Usually. She hadn’t realized it would have such long term, far reaching and disastrous consequences.
She remembered very clearly that Ginny had giggled and blushed when Harry’s name had spun into the air, forming from the red smoke in the game. She also remembered the game’s response to her. It had very clearly scrawled out the letters L.M. before instantly dissipating and writing out “Not now”. This had puzzled everyone save Hermione who had simply shrugged it off as silliness.
She should have known something was amiss when she woke up with the words to the game echoing through her mind. “My prince you are, my prince you’ll be. I await you, come to me.” But she’d shoved it to the back of her mind, preferring to focus on the Ministry meeting she had to attend that day.
As head liaison for the Magickal and Muggle Relations Committee she was required to present any leaks aside from family of muggle born witches or wizards about the Wizarding world. More often than not she dressed in muggle attire for these meetings considering she usually left to run her checks in the muggle world. Fortunately, the job allowed her to afford excellent muggle clothes. And after all, Giorgio Armani was a clothing wizard by anyone’s standards. She decided on the basic black suit with a turquoise silk blouse and an excellent pair of shoes by Carlos Santana called “Cosmic”, which she’d bought because the name amused her and she loved the way they looked.
She had arrived in her office, gathered all of the paperwork needed for her presentation and made her way to the meeting room that had been reserved. It had been at that point in time when she’d noticed it felt like someone was watching her intently and again the words from the game echoed through her mind. She shook her head and moved into the meeting room, greeting several others who were already present. She sat down and started arranging her paperwork for her part of the presentation.
She happened to look up in time to see none other than Lucius Malfoy walk through the doorway and felt her heart momentarily stop. She hadn’t seen him in at least ten years, no one had but Draco. It seemed that Narcissa’s death had been something he’d taken particularly hard. After her passing he hadn’t been seen anywhere but board meetings for his many companies, even those had been sporadic and far between in the last decade. But he looked as though time hadn’t touched him, she saw only minute touches of silver in his already platinum hair and it only served to compliment him.
His eyes had caught hers when she’d looked up and she felt an odd shiver work it’s way down her spine. Her mouth opened a little in shock as the letters L.M. written in red smoke from her teenage years seemed to float in front of her eyes. The only thought that went through her head a few minutes after that was “The gods had a sick sense of humor.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The shoes mentioned can be found here.
http://www.gothamcityonline.com/carlos-by-carlos-santana/carlos-by-carlos-santana-cosmic-black-heels-pumps.cfm
Yes, I own a pair and they’re possibly the most comfortable pair of heels I’ve ever worn.