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I Want To Know What Love Is
Title: I Want To Know What Love Is
By: LadyVoldemort87
Warnings: Angst, Preg, M/F, Limes, WAFF
Song: I Want To Know What Love Is
By: Foreigner
Year: 1984
I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I’m older
“I’ve had enough Lucius!” cried Hermione as she hauled things around his bedroom, as he simply watched, her chest heaving as she sobbed, she didn’t understand how he could have done this to her, she was very much in love with him, had been for a long time. Supported him through everything, no questioned asked. Loved him when he needed loving and now she was giving him the best gift of all, not that he was ever going to get the chance to know now. Finding a witch’s lacy thong in your partners robe pocket was not what you wanted to find on the day you were going to tell him you were pregnant.
He didn’t know what to say to her to make her stay, they had fought before, argued till they were blue in the face but never had she attempted to leave him. Maybe this time he had pushed her to the limit. But for gods sake, he wasn’t lying when he told her he didn’t know who those knickers belonged to! Some cheeky wench must have slipped them into his pocket as he passed them on the way to the rest room. The Three Broomsticks wasn’t exactly known for its sophisticated clientele.
She took one last look at him before calling out ‘Grimmauld Place’ and disappearing into the emerald flames.
Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
I through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder
Lucius sat opened mouthed as his witch disappeared into the flames, her crying eyes the last thing he seen as she faded from view. In that instant his heart clutched tightly and skipped a beat. She was gone…really gone. Lucius knew his reluctance to admit his feelings had been a key player in her reasons to go, while she lavished him with love and affection, he only ever felt comfortable showing his in tokens. Rings, necklaces and jewels of any kind was the usual kind of thing Lucius gave if he wanted to make a statement about his feelings. The unused jewellery box beside the bed said it all.
Hermione wasn’t a materialistic person at all he had come to realise, the greatest token she could receive was his heart she had clearly stated, leaving Lucius flabbergasted. There had only been one occasion he had given it freely and it had been buried with Narcissa. He had loved her more than life and had been torn apart when she died during the war, leaving him without a wife and Draco without a mother. But the Malfoy’s had soldiered on after the war left their name in tatters, rebuilding their companies, and trying to turn a new leaf.
He had at first, been reluctant to change, but the kindness Hermione had shown him, had blew his whole belief system out of the water. She had testified before the Ministry of Magic, to say that he and Draco had fought for the right side. Along with the testimony of Harry Potter, the ministry had concluded that Lucius and Draco had been the captives of Lord Voldemort and forced to do his bidding.
In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
Cant stop now, Ive travelled so far
To change this lonely life
It was two years later in a small tea shop in Diagon Ally that Lucius met Hermione again. He watched as she read, taking little breaks to sip at her white porcelain cup, that was filled to the brim with sweet tea. He watched as she nervously tugged at the hem of her white sundress, as he made his way over to her table, dipping his mouth to her hand, and telling her he was pleased to see her looking so well. He saw the blush that crept up her cheeks as his lips touched her skin, and she asked him to join her, if he wished for some company.
That afternoon had turned into dinner and drinks at the Manor, and a night of passionate lovemaking. Lucius had never met anyone like her, she was positively sinful and he wanted nothing more than to steal her away and worship her body like his ached to do so. Now almost three years later, that hunger had not faded one bit. He longed for the time she came home at night, and revelled in surprising her at work, be it with flowers or with his own flesh surprise.
But lately, his witch had become a little unhinged, the normally stoic woman had turned into an emotional little lion. She cried at the Opera, cried when he surprised her with books that she’d been longing for, or when he simply took her out to dinner. Lucius had merely put it down to her woman’s monthly time, and thought nothing of it but now…
Hermione was never this overly emotional, and it scared him. He adored his little firecracker, but to actually leave without giving him a chance to explain was not like Hermione. His reluctance to acknowledge their relationship in public had wounded Hermione, he knew this. Was it too much to ask that he have her to himself for just a little while longer?
Hermione despised watching women ogle Lucius when he took her out for dinner, she was painfully aware of the many sets of eyes on her man. She knew Lucius was extremely handsome and next to him, she felt extremely plain. But in any instance that Lucius looked at her, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world because he was hers.
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
Lucius had taken Hermione home that night and made slow sweet love to her, because it was the best way possible to prove to her how much he cared. She had cried as she reached completion, professing her love for him in gentle whisper as her body milked his seed from him. He had never forgotten her breathy admission, but he had also never openly returned those feelings.
He knew he felt strongly for her, but was it love?
I’m gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I’ve got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me
He remembered her flushed little face as she called out his name, lavishing him with kisses, and words of affection. Just the mere thought of her, made his heart soar. She was his future for sure, but was she his heart? He remembered all the times she had told him just how much she loved him, she had shown him more times that he dared remember. He despaired at the thought of her never knowing just how much he did adore her. Did she lay night after night wondering if he loved her in return?
She was something to marvel at, his little Gryffindor. She was brave, strong and beautiful and he knew he wanted nothing more than to make their relationship known to everyone. Three years of hiding away, acting nonchalant was doing them no good. Hiding behind the Manor doors was destroying them. And he wouldn’t let his uncertainty harm what they had.
In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
I cant stop now, Ive travelled so far
To change this lonely life
He loved her, he well and truly loved her. There was no doubt about it. The two possibilities swam in front of his face, would he rather have a life filled with love and happiness or a life full of sorrow and regret? He knew the answer in an instant, and he knew then and there what he needed to do. He wanted her in his life, he wanted her love and he wanted her to know she had all of his, and his heart.
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is
And I know, I know you can show me
He arrived on the steps of Grimmauld Place, a small black box clutched in his leather clad hand. His hands sweating slightly in the heated glove. This was it, he was going to confess to her, and he didn’t care who saw or heard him. He was going home with his witch, come hell or high-water! Merlin himself daren’t stand in his way.
He rapped three times on the Slytherin knocker and waited for the door to creak open ominously as it always did. He walked in confidently, his cane clutched in his other gloved hand, its emerald eyes glinting in the soft light. He strode forth and entered the large front receiving room, coming face to face with Harry Potter. Who looked at him, and scowled.
“Where is Hermione?” he asked.
“What’s it to you, Lucius?” asked Harry.
“I wish to speak with her in private, if you wouldn’t mind, Mr Potter.”
“What makes you so sure she wants to see you?” he inquired.
Lucius sighed.
“Don’t play the fool with me, I know you know about out relationship.”
“Damn right, I know. I don’t know what you’ve done this time Lucius, but she is devastated.”
“That is between myself and my lady. Please be so kind as to point me in her direction.” he asked.
Harry grunted and led Lucius out of the room, coming to a stop at the main staircase of Grimmauld Place, and directing him to the first room on the right.
Lucius climbed each stair slowly, each one causing the slight feeling of angst in his stomach to double in size with every step he took. He felt positively ghastly as he reached her door, only to have the feeling fade away as he listened to her quiet sobs, and her slight hiccupping.
He knocked softly, and upon hearing a quiet call of ‘Come in’, he entered the large guestroom and sighed when his eyes fell on Hermione.
She was lying with her back to him, feet curled underneath her and her cover over her head. He couldn’t help but notice how fragile she looked, so small and childlike as she curled into the foetal position.
“Harry, is that you?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled by the duvet.
He sat down upon the bed removing his gloves, before peeling back the covers.
“No, my heart, it is I.”
Her breathe caught in her throat as she looked at him, and fresh tears fell from her whisky coloured eyes. Her bottom lip trembled and she willed herself not to break down again in front of him.
“My sweet Lionne, how it wounds me to see those beautiful eyes filled with tears.” he said.
“Lucius, your words will not win me round this time.” she sighed.
“Marry me, Hermione.” he asked.
“What?” she gasped.
“Let me love you in return as you have loved me all these years. Marry me, my heart. Be my wife?” he asked as he opened the small black box that housed her ring.
“Lucius, you cannot wriggle your way out of this by flashing a ring in my face! Although the word were beautiful and I do love you, you cannot deny the situation we are in!”
“My love, I would never ever seek to hurt you intentionally. I would never look at another woman, why would I? you are more than enough for me, and always will be.” he said solemnly.
“My heart is telling me to believe you and my head is telling me to run away.” she said, her tears spilling over and running down her face.
Lucius wiped the moisture away with his thumb, and looked her dead in the eye.
“I would never hurt you and I swear to you, from this day forth, I will spend my life loving you. If you will have me. No other woman holds a flame to you. I love you, and always will.”
“What about the knickers?” she asked.
“Severus will tell you, as will Draco, I was with them the whole time. The know the level of my devotion to you.”
“Don’t promise the world and not deliver, Lucius.”
“My love, I would give you the sun, moon and stars, if you so desired it.”
“Oh Lucius!” she cried as she flung her arms around his neck, peppering kisses all around his face.
He eased her arms away and kneeled down beside her, ring in hand.
“Hermione Jean Granger, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” he asked.
“Yes! Yes I will!” she shouted.
He slipped the diamond onto her finger and kissed her softly.
“Lucius, just one more thing.” she said casually.
“Yes?”
“In about six months, the newest Malfoy will be born.”
A wide smile spread across his face as he took in her news, there was nothing she could say now that would make him love her more, he knew there and then, what love really was.
Lets talk about love
I wanna know what love is, the love that you feel inside
I want you to show me, and Im feeling so much love
I wanna feel what love is, no, you just cannot hide
I know you can show me, yeah
I wanna know what love is, lets talk about love
I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too
I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too
And I know and I know, I know you can show me
Show me love is real, yeah
I wanna know what love is…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written in responce to Snapes_Goddess\' Love Song Challenge.
Published: 22 July 2008
I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when Im older
Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
I through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder
In my life theres been heartache and pain
I dont know if I can face it again
Cant stop now, Ive traveled so far
To change this lonely life
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
Im gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
Ive got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me
In my life theres been heartache and pain
I dont know if I can face it again
I cant stop now, Ive traveled so far
To change this lonely life
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is
And I know, I know you can show me
Lets talk about love
I wanna know what love is, the love that you feel inside
I want you to show me, and Im feeling so much love
I wanna feel what love is, no, you just cannot hide
I know you can show me, yeah
I wanna know what love is, lets talk about love
I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too
I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too
And I know and I know, I know you can show me
Show me love is real, yeah
I wanna know what love is...
By: LadyVoldemort87
Warnings: Angst, Preg, M/F, Limes, WAFF
Song: I Want To Know What Love Is
By: Foreigner
Year: 1984
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I’m older
“I’ve had enough Lucius!” cried Hermione as she hauled things around his bedroom, as he simply watched, her chest heaving as she sobbed, she didn’t understand how he could have done this to her, she was very much in love with him, had been for a long time. Supported him through everything, no questioned asked. Loved him when he needed loving and now she was giving him the best gift of all, not that he was ever going to get the chance to know now. Finding a witch’s lacy thong in your partners robe pocket was not what you wanted to find on the day you were going to tell him you were pregnant.
He didn’t know what to say to her to make her stay, they had fought before, argued till they were blue in the face but never had she attempted to leave him. Maybe this time he had pushed her to the limit. But for gods sake, he wasn’t lying when he told her he didn’t know who those knickers belonged to! Some cheeky wench must have slipped them into his pocket as he passed them on the way to the rest room. The Three Broomsticks wasn’t exactly known for its sophisticated clientele.
She took one last look at him before calling out ‘Grimmauld Place’ and disappearing into the emerald flames.
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
I through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder
Lucius sat opened mouthed as his witch disappeared into the flames, her crying eyes the last thing he seen as she faded from view. In that instant his heart clutched tightly and skipped a beat. She was gone…really gone. Lucius knew his reluctance to admit his feelings had been a key player in her reasons to go, while she lavished him with love and affection, he only ever felt comfortable showing his in tokens. Rings, necklaces and jewels of any kind was the usual kind of thing Lucius gave if he wanted to make a statement about his feelings. The unused jewellery box beside the bed said it all.
Hermione wasn’t a materialistic person at all he had come to realise, the greatest token she could receive was his heart she had clearly stated, leaving Lucius flabbergasted. There had only been one occasion he had given it freely and it had been buried with Narcissa. He had loved her more than life and had been torn apart when she died during the war, leaving him without a wife and Draco without a mother. But the Malfoy’s had soldiered on after the war left their name in tatters, rebuilding their companies, and trying to turn a new leaf.
He had at first, been reluctant to change, but the kindness Hermione had shown him, had blew his whole belief system out of the water. She had testified before the Ministry of Magic, to say that he and Draco had fought for the right side. Along with the testimony of Harry Potter, the ministry had concluded that Lucius and Draco had been the captives of Lord Voldemort and forced to do his bidding.
I don’t know if I can face it again
Cant stop now, Ive travelled so far
To change this lonely life
It was two years later in a small tea shop in Diagon Ally that Lucius met Hermione again. He watched as she read, taking little breaks to sip at her white porcelain cup, that was filled to the brim with sweet tea. He watched as she nervously tugged at the hem of her white sundress, as he made his way over to her table, dipping his mouth to her hand, and telling her he was pleased to see her looking so well. He saw the blush that crept up her cheeks as his lips touched her skin, and she asked him to join her, if he wished for some company.
That afternoon had turned into dinner and drinks at the Manor, and a night of passionate lovemaking. Lucius had never met anyone like her, she was positively sinful and he wanted nothing more than to steal her away and worship her body like his ached to do so. Now almost three years later, that hunger had not faded one bit. He longed for the time she came home at night, and revelled in surprising her at work, be it with flowers or with his own flesh surprise.
But lately, his witch had become a little unhinged, the normally stoic woman had turned into an emotional little lion. She cried at the Opera, cried when he surprised her with books that she’d been longing for, or when he simply took her out to dinner. Lucius had merely put it down to her woman’s monthly time, and thought nothing of it but now…
Hermione was never this overly emotional, and it scared him. He adored his little firecracker, but to actually leave without giving him a chance to explain was not like Hermione. His reluctance to acknowledge their relationship in public had wounded Hermione, he knew this. Was it too much to ask that he have her to himself for just a little while longer?
Hermione despised watching women ogle Lucius when he took her out for dinner, she was painfully aware of the many sets of eyes on her man. She knew Lucius was extremely handsome and next to him, she felt extremely plain. But in any instance that Lucius looked at her, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world because he was hers.
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
Lucius had taken Hermione home that night and made slow sweet love to her, because it was the best way possible to prove to her how much he cared. She had cried as she reached completion, professing her love for him in gentle whisper as her body milked his seed from him. He had never forgotten her breathy admission, but he had also never openly returned those feelings.
He knew he felt strongly for her, but was it love?
A little time to look around me
I’ve got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me
He remembered her flushed little face as she called out his name, lavishing him with kisses, and words of affection. Just the mere thought of her, made his heart soar. She was his future for sure, but was she his heart? He remembered all the times she had told him just how much she loved him, she had shown him more times that he dared remember. He despaired at the thought of her never knowing just how much he did adore her. Did she lay night after night wondering if he loved her in return?
She was something to marvel at, his little Gryffindor. She was brave, strong and beautiful and he knew he wanted nothing more than to make their relationship known to everyone. Three years of hiding away, acting nonchalant was doing them no good. Hiding behind the Manor doors was destroying them. And he wouldn’t let his uncertainty harm what they had.
I don’t know if I can face it again
I cant stop now, Ive travelled so far
To change this lonely life
He loved her, he well and truly loved her. There was no doubt about it. The two possibilities swam in front of his face, would he rather have a life filled with love and happiness or a life full of sorrow and regret? He knew the answer in an instant, and he knew then and there what he needed to do. He wanted her in his life, he wanted her love and he wanted her to know she had all of his, and his heart.
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is
And I know, I know you can show me
He arrived on the steps of Grimmauld Place, a small black box clutched in his leather clad hand. His hands sweating slightly in the heated glove. This was it, he was going to confess to her, and he didn’t care who saw or heard him. He was going home with his witch, come hell or high-water! Merlin himself daren’t stand in his way.
He rapped three times on the Slytherin knocker and waited for the door to creak open ominously as it always did. He walked in confidently, his cane clutched in his other gloved hand, its emerald eyes glinting in the soft light. He strode forth and entered the large front receiving room, coming face to face with Harry Potter. Who looked at him, and scowled.
“Where is Hermione?” he asked.
“What’s it to you, Lucius?” asked Harry.
“I wish to speak with her in private, if you wouldn’t mind, Mr Potter.”
“What makes you so sure she wants to see you?” he inquired.
Lucius sighed.
“Don’t play the fool with me, I know you know about out relationship.”
“Damn right, I know. I don’t know what you’ve done this time Lucius, but she is devastated.”
“That is between myself and my lady. Please be so kind as to point me in her direction.” he asked.
Harry grunted and led Lucius out of the room, coming to a stop at the main staircase of Grimmauld Place, and directing him to the first room on the right.
Lucius climbed each stair slowly, each one causing the slight feeling of angst in his stomach to double in size with every step he took. He felt positively ghastly as he reached her door, only to have the feeling fade away as he listened to her quiet sobs, and her slight hiccupping.
He knocked softly, and upon hearing a quiet call of ‘Come in’, he entered the large guestroom and sighed when his eyes fell on Hermione.
She was lying with her back to him, feet curled underneath her and her cover over her head. He couldn’t help but notice how fragile she looked, so small and childlike as she curled into the foetal position.
“Harry, is that you?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled by the duvet.
He sat down upon the bed removing his gloves, before peeling back the covers.
“No, my heart, it is I.”
Her breathe caught in her throat as she looked at him, and fresh tears fell from her whisky coloured eyes. Her bottom lip trembled and she willed herself not to break down again in front of him.
“My sweet Lionne, how it wounds me to see those beautiful eyes filled with tears.” he said.
“Lucius, your words will not win me round this time.” she sighed.
“Marry me, Hermione.” he asked.
“What?” she gasped.
“Let me love you in return as you have loved me all these years. Marry me, my heart. Be my wife?” he asked as he opened the small black box that housed her ring.
“Lucius, you cannot wriggle your way out of this by flashing a ring in my face! Although the word were beautiful and I do love you, you cannot deny the situation we are in!”
“My love, I would never ever seek to hurt you intentionally. I would never look at another woman, why would I? you are more than enough for me, and always will be.” he said solemnly.
“My heart is telling me to believe you and my head is telling me to run away.” she said, her tears spilling over and running down her face.
Lucius wiped the moisture away with his thumb, and looked her dead in the eye.
“I would never hurt you and I swear to you, from this day forth, I will spend my life loving you. If you will have me. No other woman holds a flame to you. I love you, and always will.”
“What about the knickers?” she asked.
“Severus will tell you, as will Draco, I was with them the whole time. The know the level of my devotion to you.”
“Don’t promise the world and not deliver, Lucius.”
“My love, I would give you the sun, moon and stars, if you so desired it.”
“Oh Lucius!” she cried as she flung her arms around his neck, peppering kisses all around his face.
He eased her arms away and kneeled down beside her, ring in hand.
“Hermione Jean Granger, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” he asked.
“Yes! Yes I will!” she shouted.
He slipped the diamond onto her finger and kissed her softly.
“Lucius, just one more thing.” she said casually.
“Yes?”
“In about six months, the newest Malfoy will be born.”
A wide smile spread across his face as he took in her news, there was nothing she could say now that would make him love her more, he knew there and then, what love really was.
I wanna know what love is, the love that you feel inside
I want you to show me, and Im feeling so much love
I wanna feel what love is, no, you just cannot hide
I know you can show me, yeah
I wanna know what love is, lets talk about love
I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too
I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too
And I know and I know, I know you can show me
Show me love is real, yeah
I wanna know what love is…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written in responce to Snapes_Goddess\' Love Song Challenge.
Published: 22 July 2008
I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when Im older
Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
I through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder
In my life theres been heartache and pain
I dont know if I can face it again
Cant stop now, Ive traveled so far
To change this lonely life
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
Im gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
Ive got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me
In my life theres been heartache and pain
I dont know if I can face it again
I cant stop now, Ive traveled so far
To change this lonely life
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is
And I know, I know you can show me
Lets talk about love
I wanna know what love is, the love that you feel inside
I want you to show me, and Im feeling so much love
I wanna feel what love is, no, you just cannot hide
I know you can show me, yeah
I wanna know what love is, lets talk about love
I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too
I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too
And I know and I know, I know you can show me
Show me love is real, yeah
I wanna know what love is...