True Love and Other Natural Disasters
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
12,031
Reviews:
46
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0
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Lighting Matches
Voracious Reader: Honored. Truly.
Margaritama: I know, I had a brain blip and spelled it wrong. Should have just checked in my closet. Thanks for pointing it out to me.
Taz, Meankitty69, Sampdoria, and Ithilwen: Thank you for the reviews. Hope you all continue to enjoy.
Zets: Simple? What's that, dear? *insert evil laughter here*
***
For some insane reason, all through the meeting Hermione could barely keep her eyes away from the elder Malfoy. It unnerved her tremendously because every time he looked up and caught her staring she would get flustered. It was a minor miracle that she had managed to get through her report without stammering with those pale eyes focused on her.
After the meeting adjourned, she waited until everyone else had left the room, trying to clear her head and debating what could be done to reverse the spell. She frowned a little. The game wasn’t supposed to be anything long term. Nor was it supposed to bend anyone’s free will to make someone interested in a person they wouldn’t have been in the first place. She sighed and shook her head. She’d have to talk to Pansy straight away. If anyone knew how to reverse a love spell gone awry it was the former Slytherin princess. It seemed odd to her how many of the Slytherins had turned out to be friends of hers after the war but she supposed people eventually grew up. Not to mention, she had quite a few Slytherin traits herself, truth be told.
She was distractedly digging in her purse when she left the meeting room, trying to find her cell. She intended to step outside of the Ministry and call Pansy to see when they could meet and talk. She hadn’t even seen the man she’d passed but let out a startled gasp when long fingers closed over her wrist in a vise like grip. Hermione opened her mouth, fully intent on verbal assault, when she realized who was holding on to her. None other than Lucius Malfoy.
“I believe you and I need to have a conversation, Ms. Granger,” he said. His tone was cold and clipped as she had always heard it. His pale eyes glittered icily in the faint light of the corridor.
“You’ll forgive me, Mr. Malfoy,” Hermione said, trying in vain to tug her wrist from his grip. “I have to make a rather important phone call just now.”
“It can wait,” he said, pulling her along behind him as he started down the hallway.
She squirmed and again tried to get free of him to no avail. He towed her along with him to his Ministry office then shoved her inside and closed the door behind him.
“Mr. Malfoy, I don’t understand why . . .” She began.
He cut her off, speaking through clenched teeth. “And I fail to understand why I have been feeling the effects of a love spell for the last few hours. Coming directly from you. Would you care to enlighten me?”
Oh, Lord and Lady, she was in trouble. She was thinking frantically how to get out of this situation, how to explain, anything that would get her out of his office in one piece.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Malfoy,” she finally stammered.
Lucius growled and grabbed her by both wrists, shaking her one time hard enough to make her dizzy.
“Now you listen to me,” he snarled, almost nose to nose with her. “I have no desire for another love interest. Ever. Most certainly not one my son’s age. You’d do well to think on the consequences of playing with fire before you start lighting matches.” He shoved her away from him and turned his back to her. “Now, get out of my office.”
“With pleasure,” Hermione said, stomping out and slamming the door so hard that some of the pictures fell off of the wall.
Lucius sighed heavily and raked both hands through his hair. Dear gods, what was the witch thinking? He wondered. Why had she done it? He could see a myriad of fluff brains attempting to claim him through nefarious means but not the former Gryffindor supreme princess. He shook his head, still puzzled by the whole thing and even more confused by his reaction to it. He knew perfectly well the kind of energy a love spell had behind it and could trace one back to its source easily. Gods knew he’d had enough of them thrown in his direction in his younger years and even a few more recently after his wife’s death.
“Really, Lucius, was that absolutely necessary?”
Speaking of his wife. “Was what necessary, Cissy?” he said, looking at her portrait.
“Scaring the poor girl out of her mind?”
“I doubt I frightened her indefinitely. She should be afraid. Hopefully she’ll avoid doing such silly things in the future that way.”
“Are you so certain it was intentional, Lucius?”
“I have yet to run across a love spell that wasn’t,” he said.
***
For her part, Hermione had immediately left the Ministry to call Pansy. The phones had been specially designed to work in the wizarding world as well as the muggle one. She waited impatiently for the other woman to pick up and was relieved to hear her voice on the other end of the line.
“Wicked Life, Pansy speaking. How may I help you?”
“Pans! Thank the gods!”
“Oh, hey, Mione. What’s got you all frazzled?”
“What makes you say that?” Hermione said defensively.
“Easy, you never call me at work unless it’s something major.”
“Are you free tonight?”
“I’m free every night. Unless it involves shibari bondage.” Hermione could almost see the grin on Pansy’s face. “But at any rate, I get off work at five. Dinner?”
“Excellent. MacKenzies?”
“Done. I’ll see you there around six. I want to go home and change first.”
“Me too. See you there.”
“Later,” Pansy said before hanging up.
Hermione sighed and slumped against the wall. She and Pansy would put their heads together on this and figure out a solution to her current predicament.
Margaritama: I know, I had a brain blip and spelled it wrong. Should have just checked in my closet. Thanks for pointing it out to me.
Taz, Meankitty69, Sampdoria, and Ithilwen: Thank you for the reviews. Hope you all continue to enjoy.
Zets: Simple? What's that, dear? *insert evil laughter here*
***
For some insane reason, all through the meeting Hermione could barely keep her eyes away from the elder Malfoy. It unnerved her tremendously because every time he looked up and caught her staring she would get flustered. It was a minor miracle that she had managed to get through her report without stammering with those pale eyes focused on her.
After the meeting adjourned, she waited until everyone else had left the room, trying to clear her head and debating what could be done to reverse the spell. She frowned a little. The game wasn’t supposed to be anything long term. Nor was it supposed to bend anyone’s free will to make someone interested in a person they wouldn’t have been in the first place. She sighed and shook her head. She’d have to talk to Pansy straight away. If anyone knew how to reverse a love spell gone awry it was the former Slytherin princess. It seemed odd to her how many of the Slytherins had turned out to be friends of hers after the war but she supposed people eventually grew up. Not to mention, she had quite a few Slytherin traits herself, truth be told.
She was distractedly digging in her purse when she left the meeting room, trying to find her cell. She intended to step outside of the Ministry and call Pansy to see when they could meet and talk. She hadn’t even seen the man she’d passed but let out a startled gasp when long fingers closed over her wrist in a vise like grip. Hermione opened her mouth, fully intent on verbal assault, when she realized who was holding on to her. None other than Lucius Malfoy.
“I believe you and I need to have a conversation, Ms. Granger,” he said. His tone was cold and clipped as she had always heard it. His pale eyes glittered icily in the faint light of the corridor.
“You’ll forgive me, Mr. Malfoy,” Hermione said, trying in vain to tug her wrist from his grip. “I have to make a rather important phone call just now.”
“It can wait,” he said, pulling her along behind him as he started down the hallway.
She squirmed and again tried to get free of him to no avail. He towed her along with him to his Ministry office then shoved her inside and closed the door behind him.
“Mr. Malfoy, I don’t understand why . . .” She began.
He cut her off, speaking through clenched teeth. “And I fail to understand why I have been feeling the effects of a love spell for the last few hours. Coming directly from you. Would you care to enlighten me?”
Oh, Lord and Lady, she was in trouble. She was thinking frantically how to get out of this situation, how to explain, anything that would get her out of his office in one piece.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Malfoy,” she finally stammered.
Lucius growled and grabbed her by both wrists, shaking her one time hard enough to make her dizzy.
“Now you listen to me,” he snarled, almost nose to nose with her. “I have no desire for another love interest. Ever. Most certainly not one my son’s age. You’d do well to think on the consequences of playing with fire before you start lighting matches.” He shoved her away from him and turned his back to her. “Now, get out of my office.”
“With pleasure,” Hermione said, stomping out and slamming the door so hard that some of the pictures fell off of the wall.
Lucius sighed heavily and raked both hands through his hair. Dear gods, what was the witch thinking? He wondered. Why had she done it? He could see a myriad of fluff brains attempting to claim him through nefarious means but not the former Gryffindor supreme princess. He shook his head, still puzzled by the whole thing and even more confused by his reaction to it. He knew perfectly well the kind of energy a love spell had behind it and could trace one back to its source easily. Gods knew he’d had enough of them thrown in his direction in his younger years and even a few more recently after his wife’s death.
“Really, Lucius, was that absolutely necessary?”
Speaking of his wife. “Was what necessary, Cissy?” he said, looking at her portrait.
“Scaring the poor girl out of her mind?”
“I doubt I frightened her indefinitely. She should be afraid. Hopefully she’ll avoid doing such silly things in the future that way.”
“Are you so certain it was intentional, Lucius?”
“I have yet to run across a love spell that wasn’t,” he said.
***
For her part, Hermione had immediately left the Ministry to call Pansy. The phones had been specially designed to work in the wizarding world as well as the muggle one. She waited impatiently for the other woman to pick up and was relieved to hear her voice on the other end of the line.
“Wicked Life, Pansy speaking. How may I help you?”
“Pans! Thank the gods!”
“Oh, hey, Mione. What’s got you all frazzled?”
“What makes you say that?” Hermione said defensively.
“Easy, you never call me at work unless it’s something major.”
“Are you free tonight?”
“I’m free every night. Unless it involves shibari bondage.” Hermione could almost see the grin on Pansy’s face. “But at any rate, I get off work at five. Dinner?”
“Excellent. MacKenzies?”
“Done. I’ll see you there around six. I want to go home and change first.”
“Me too. See you there.”
“Later,” Pansy said before hanging up.
Hermione sighed and slumped against the wall. She and Pansy would put their heads together on this and figure out a solution to her current predicament.