How the Mighty have Fallen
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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21
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24,603
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36
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2
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4
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Parting is Such Sweet Embarrassment
A/N: Another short chapter. Thank you readers and a huge thank you to my steadfast reviewer! Feedback is needed to keep me going, as I have been feeling somewhat discouraged. It needn’t necessarily be positive as long as it is respectful. So please review!
October 11, 1971: Monday Morning
Lucius’ shock was apparent in the stiff manner in which he held himself after Hermione’s unexpected revelation and swift departure. He honestly was unsure of the correct course of action and he hesitated in following the upset girl. On the one hand, they were quickly becoming close, as friends, and he was hopeful for more; though on the other hand, being disowned by one’s parents would be an incredibly personal, and thus private, matter and he was quickly learning Hermione valued her privacy. Although Lucius knew logically that Hermione would most likely appreciate the solitude, he stood and strode purposefully towards the exit. The least he could do, he reasoned, was attempt to comfort the distraught girl.
Peering into the empty classrooms, Lucius quickly realized that she would never leave the classroom door open if she was seeking a moment of privacy within its confines. Lavatories were the usual host to crying women, but propriety demanded that he remain firmly outside of their interiors. Her room was a comfortable, secluded option. And he could always ask one of the prefect girls to check the loos if his search proved futile.
Entering the Slytherin common room, Lucius headed straight for Hermione’s closed, and undoubtedly warded, door. When he heard a faint sniffling sound behind him, he turned his head sharply and spotted her small form situated on the sofa, hunched at the lap, crying into her hands, approaching quietly so as not to startle her, Lucius stood silently by her side before handing her his Slytherin green handkerchief. Taking the proffered handkerchief she thanked him in a faint, tear laden voice before she began the process of pulling herself together.
Instinctively knowing that if she wanted him as her confidante she wouldn’t hesitate, as she was hardly a wallflower, he didn’t ask if she wanted to talk.
Cleaning the green fabric with a wave of her wand, Hermione queried lightly, “Slytherin green?” with a smile quirk to her lips, hinting at the fact that she found this humorous for some unknown reason.
Although Lucius didn’t know why this particular color seemed to brighten her mood he was thankful that it had and offered his arm so as to escort her to their first class.
~
Monday Afternoon
Classes proceeded rather normally but Hermione’s irritation during the day hadn’t abated, if anything it had increased and she couldn’t wait for Potions to end so that she could soak up the last heat laden rays of the September sun. Not waiting for Lucius to finish packing up, Hermione left the Potions classroom in quick, purposeful steps. He quickened his gait and quickly was in step with her.
“Lucius, I’d like to be alone please,” Hermione told him directly, as she stepped to the side of the hall pulling him with her as she went. Though he didn’t say anything it was clear by the slight frown that marred his brow that he was unhappy. One tactic to get around this with boys was to give them something to do. He would feel useful and there would be the added benefit of getting him out of her hair, for a short while at least.
“Lucius, could he please bring my bag to my room?” Hermione asked hopefully.
“Yes, of course,” he began.
“The password’s the same. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ll see you at dinner,” Hermione promised in a rush; standing on tiptoes, Hermione gave Lucius a quick sweet, though chaste, kiss on the cheek. As soon as her feet were lowered, she blushed realizing her mistake as they certainly weren’t that familiar with one another yet. Although it would be accurate to say that Lucius was puzzled by the parting kiss, he was very pleased nonetheless.
“That you will, my dear,” Lucius replied in good humor.
“Yes, well… bye,” Hermione stuttered, clearly flustered, before turning to leave.
October 11, 1971: Monday Morning
Lucius’ shock was apparent in the stiff manner in which he held himself after Hermione’s unexpected revelation and swift departure. He honestly was unsure of the correct course of action and he hesitated in following the upset girl. On the one hand, they were quickly becoming close, as friends, and he was hopeful for more; though on the other hand, being disowned by one’s parents would be an incredibly personal, and thus private, matter and he was quickly learning Hermione valued her privacy. Although Lucius knew logically that Hermione would most likely appreciate the solitude, he stood and strode purposefully towards the exit. The least he could do, he reasoned, was attempt to comfort the distraught girl.
Peering into the empty classrooms, Lucius quickly realized that she would never leave the classroom door open if she was seeking a moment of privacy within its confines. Lavatories were the usual host to crying women, but propriety demanded that he remain firmly outside of their interiors. Her room was a comfortable, secluded option. And he could always ask one of the prefect girls to check the loos if his search proved futile.
Entering the Slytherin common room, Lucius headed straight for Hermione’s closed, and undoubtedly warded, door. When he heard a faint sniffling sound behind him, he turned his head sharply and spotted her small form situated on the sofa, hunched at the lap, crying into her hands, approaching quietly so as not to startle her, Lucius stood silently by her side before handing her his Slytherin green handkerchief. Taking the proffered handkerchief she thanked him in a faint, tear laden voice before she began the process of pulling herself together.
Instinctively knowing that if she wanted him as her confidante she wouldn’t hesitate, as she was hardly a wallflower, he didn’t ask if she wanted to talk.
Cleaning the green fabric with a wave of her wand, Hermione queried lightly, “Slytherin green?” with a smile quirk to her lips, hinting at the fact that she found this humorous for some unknown reason.
Although Lucius didn’t know why this particular color seemed to brighten her mood he was thankful that it had and offered his arm so as to escort her to their first class.
~
Monday Afternoon
Classes proceeded rather normally but Hermione’s irritation during the day hadn’t abated, if anything it had increased and she couldn’t wait for Potions to end so that she could soak up the last heat laden rays of the September sun. Not waiting for Lucius to finish packing up, Hermione left the Potions classroom in quick, purposeful steps. He quickened his gait and quickly was in step with her.
“Lucius, I’d like to be alone please,” Hermione told him directly, as she stepped to the side of the hall pulling him with her as she went. Though he didn’t say anything it was clear by the slight frown that marred his brow that he was unhappy. One tactic to get around this with boys was to give them something to do. He would feel useful and there would be the added benefit of getting him out of her hair, for a short while at least.
“Lucius, could he please bring my bag to my room?” Hermione asked hopefully.
“Yes, of course,” he began.
“The password’s the same. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ll see you at dinner,” Hermione promised in a rush; standing on tiptoes, Hermione gave Lucius a quick sweet, though chaste, kiss on the cheek. As soon as her feet were lowered, she blushed realizing her mistake as they certainly weren’t that familiar with one another yet. Although it would be accurate to say that Lucius was puzzled by the parting kiss, he was very pleased nonetheless.
“That you will, my dear,” Lucius replied in good humor.
“Yes, well… bye,” Hermione stuttered, clearly flustered, before turning to leave.