The Taming of the Shrew - Wizard Style - COMPLETE

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6-22-09 Mon

A warm thanks to all of you who have given me feedback. Your comments provide me with information on how you see the story unfolding and where I may need to explain something more fully. I know this first chapter presents more questions than answers and the next few chapters won’t answer most of them either. The answers are carefully set into place in the story and need to be told at the correct time. I will certainly tell you what I can, though.


To my reviewers -
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mariteri – First reviewer! Welcome!

TheQuiveringQuill – Severus has an ongoing, strong part in this story. More revealed later.

angeles – Yes, Lucius and Hermione don’t have much in common right now, to say the least.

Clara claranimkan@yahoo.de - Severus is found woven throughout the story after the first few chapters devoted to our not-so-cuddly newlyweds.

margaritama - I love Taming of the Shrew, too, and can’t understand why because it’s so sexist. I think it’s really a fairytale to me. Unrealistic, primitive caveman stuff. The marriage contract info comes out in the next two chapters.

Ravenna – Hi Ravenna. Glad to see you on board.

LadyBlueEyes – Lucius’ and Severus’ plan unwinds slowly. Hermione’s part comes later. For now, she is faced with a new, unwanted husband.

Daughter of a serpent – I’m glad you like a fiery Hermione, because she’s no shrinking violet in this fic.

Enix – Merci! Watch out for the flying barbs between these two. The plan comes out slowly and Hermione’s role comes later.

Pittwitch – Snape has a definite role in this fic, most of which starts a little later. His fine hand pulls some of the strings. He and Lucius fascinated me, I must say. I hope your foot is better.

Rini – The reasons for the marriage emerge in time. Lucius petted his wand because it actually worked and he was pleased. Yeah, Hermione’s repulsed by Lucius. (cough)

ginnyginny drewbeesmom@yahoo.com - You re-read “Beyond the Veil”? I’m honored. My Lucius always has a crafty slant and humor seeps in, too. That’s the way he behaves in my head. I probably couldn’t write a dark fic. Thank you for the wonderful compliments. Yes, I’m in the South Bay. The Slytherin wizards’ plan will unfold over several chapters.

BeaBibliophile – If you have a week’s vacation you won’t be much behind on chapters. I think chapters two and three discuss the legalities of the marriage contract. Lucius’ and Snape’s reasons for pushing the marriage come later. And YES! Snape will be in this fic – a lot. I like Kate, the termagant, better than Kate, the tamed, also. Hermione doesn’t sink to the ol’ ‘hand under the foot’ scenario and she has no speeches. I diverge from Shakespeare. (He never met Hermione after all. And I don’t think I could write a humorless Lucius. All in all, you have nothing to worry about.

Happybunny – Yes, so far we have an oil and water combination. Lucius does have his reasons for the marriage and Snape is involved in their plan. I’m happy you reviewed so quickly!

jw – The reasons the wizards have targeted Hermione show up slowly. Hermione’s temper equals Lucius’ so there should be some fireworks. Lucius’ wand might not work so well for Hermione.

sheherazade – Heh, heh, when has Lucius ever NOT had a hidden agenda? The two wizards have their reasons for not exactly explaining their plan to her. And Snape is all over this fic. I hope you like what I’ve done with him. He and Lucius were fantastic to write together. A Bianca…hmmm, maybe backwards, kinda…

VoraciousReader zeets20@hotmail.com - I love “Shrew”, too. The set-up was perfect for Lucius and Hermione. The contract info emerges in parts and Severus plays a solid role in this fic. Lucius just doesn’t want to face the fact his beloved wand is broken, poor man.

magalena – You’ve re-read my stories? That’s a real compliment. The need for the marriage emerges slowly, but the contract itself is explained in the next two chapters.

Citten – Wow, you’re happy, I see! Yes, Lucius has an uphill battle ahead with Hermione. He and Severus have their own agenda that comes clear later.

Terpsichore – Both our combatants can sling those nasty comebacks. I also like “Shrew” even though it should make me hopping mad. Go figure.

blue artemis blueartemis07@gmail.com - Yes, Snape’s role will emerge and he’s present in this fic as a strong secondary character.

sadi – I’m honored you’ve found my stories entertaining. Thank you! Lucius and Hermione are evenly matched in the verbal onslaught. They’re both heavyweights.

Scary Bear Hair – Hey, Scary! Yep, these are two warriors entering a battle of wits. It has become apparent to me that I can’t write Lucius without humor creeping into his personality somewhere. The marriage has been pushed for several reasons, which will come out in time. I’m very happy I’ve made your day.

Pensieve Plotter – My story has humor because I prefer it, having a bent toward mild depression. I usually have trouble with dark stories, suffering right along with the sad characters. I even have the Disney movies vetted by my family before I’ll see them. Hermione is a little naïve at this point, which will be a challenge for Lucius. Yes, Snape is front and center in this fic, but he appears after the newlywed couple have had their initial innings.

Raminga ramingaram@virgilio.it – Hello! Hermione is a strong-willed, intelligent, if rather naïve, female and a worthy opponent to Lucius. His reasons for ‘capturing’ her in marriage will be told later. Nope, I didn’t say she was noble. I did say he was descended from some French dukes way back in time.

T Stevenson - Ah, T! Hi! Glad you like the beginning. Shakespeare’s “Shrew” is a good foil for these two ‘litigants’. Lucius as a character just amuses me no end.

lilbitbord – You have that right that neither is looking forward to their legal union – exactly. I think Lucius has some expectations in the boudoir. I do like writing lighter, more humorous stories, while trying not to make Lucius into a fluffy bunny. He does bite.

CoCo.M – Hey Coco, happy you like the start of this fic. Hermione is not too experienced, being so focused on her work. I hope you like what I’ve done with Lucius and Severus.

Damiana – (waves at Damiana) I’m so happy you’re interested in this fic. I’ll wait on your verdict for how I’ve handled Severus.


Now, on with the fight!


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Chapter Two


Sparring for Two


Lucius relaxed back against the wall and eased his legs out in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest. He should have looked ridiculous with his robe in tatters, but he didn’t. He looked…dangerous.

“I may be stuck with you,” Hermione taunted with misplaced bravado, “but I don’t have to limit myself to you. If I find someone else young and attractive, I’m going to console myself elsewhere. If you don’t like it, do what you do best - bribe your way into someone else’s knickers with your gazillions and let me go. There must be someone who will take your money even if you come along with it.”

Hermione unerringly aimed and twisted the knife in the blond wizard’s ego. She knew the Senior Malfoy had a bloated sense of pride in his dynasty, but she shrewdly figured he was also vain about his admittedly good looks and therefore sensitive about his age.

She wasn’t at all sorry about ruining his expensive robes. Dressed to the limit as always. Did the man never wear a tee shirt and jeans? A crystal clear vision of the attractive blond wizard in a tee shirt and faded, tight jeans was hastily expunged from her thoughts. He was probably sporting a sagging belly under those ruined robes anyway.

“Oh, I don’t think you’re going anywhere but into that registry office - and shall we talk knickers?” Lucius let his inner devil out, just to add to the general acrimony, “If I have to, I’ll tattoo “Property of Lucius Malfoy” on your prim little backside and then we’ll see if any wimpy wizards are willing to claim you away from me.”

When he saw she was so shocked her mouth just hung open, Lucius purred, “If you think to let another wizard into your knickers after you are my wife, you’ll be the cause of his unfortunate, accidental demise.” Lucius put his hand over his heart as if to say goodbye to the poor, imaginary soul. “I do hope you wouldn’t lure another man to his death for so little reason.”

The outrageously blatant threats were uttered as calmly as if Lucius were remarking about the hippogriff race results in the Daily Prophet and Hermione shuddered. The very mildness of his demeanor convinced her that getting even with him through a rival wasn’t a smart choice.

The polished aristocrat didn’t overtly react to her poisonous dig on his age, but he felt it and his temper slipped a notch. Surprisingly, his libido hitched up an equal amount. He subtly shifted on the bench to hide the semi crowding his trousers. Her brazen grit was beginning to excite his predatory nature. Maybe Snape knew what he was talking about after all. “I must admit the prospect of exploring the contents of your knickers as your husband doesn’t excite me overmuch. I’ll do my duty, however.” Oh, now that was a total clanker and Lucius was hard put to it not to grin.

Hermione snorted, shifting her bum on the hard floor, “Sure you will. Malfoys are all about duty - if it’s to themselves.” She looked disdainfully dubious at his assertion of having any sex life and unwisely snickered, “You probably can’t even get it up any more. What are you, seventy? Eighty?”

Lucius’ wand came up in a sudden burst of rage that engulfed him and only by a Herculean effort was it lowered again. Now anger and fear billowed out of both of them in waves.

Lucius’ chin came up and his icy eyes narrowed on the little disaster who would in the next hour become forever a part of his life. Their future seemed doomed before it even started. This would never work. How did she unhinge his temper so quickly? Had Snape foreseen that side effect or was this foolhardy in the extreme?

A shiver passed over the little witch as she acknowledged to herself how just close she had come to some permanent damage. She belatedly understood the immediate danger she had courted with her nasty remark and she drew a stuttering breath as the wizard’s wand returned to lie across his thigh, but now he was tapping it in a menacing manner. Her mind felt leaden with the old paralyzing fear. She knew what a Cruciatus felt like. Her heartbeat nearly suffocated her as she sat very still on the floor.

If she had known it, her reprieve had lain in the blanching of her face as the wizard saw her visage go instantly white. He wasn’t proof against her abject terror, but if she continued with her vitriolic barbs, he vowed she was going to be staked out as lunch for Aragog’s children instead of becoming Mrs. Malfoy.

“It depends on what you think I can’t get up, and I suggest you watch your caustic tongue,” Lucius rejoined in a low, threatening tone. “My wand comes up very easily as I think you’ve now seen. If you truly believe I’m impotent, you won’t have any problem with the marriage, now will you? For the rest, my personal life before our marriage is none of your concern.” To keep from using his wand in another burst of rage, Lucius pushed it up one of the sleeves of his ruined robe.

Hermione drew a ragged breath and her righteous anger returned, now flavored with a healthy dose of fear, “Oh, it wasn’t concern. You and your personal life make me shudder. I certainly don’t want my name on the marquee of your shady exploits. I just hate being linked to your morally stunted family in any capacity.” A bit of bravery had returned with the disappearance of Lucius’ wand up his sleeve.

“I quite agree,” Lucius graciously nodded his head and his pale hair caught the late afternoon sunlight from one of the high windows, forming a bright corona that made him look perversely angelic, “it doesn’t do my Pureblood status any good to have you in my home. But then my social status isn’t the reason I’m marrying you. That must be obvious to one of your intelligence.

“Luckily for you, I am taking over your open marriage contract,” Lucius continued. “It could have been Rodolphus. He’s a widower now and I suspect he would have been thrilled to find that open, inviting contract. I think he wouldn’t be nearly as pleasant to you as I plan to be, although what you think of as pleasant and my definition probably have nothing in common.” The blond wizard’s smile had more in common with a jackal than the angel his corona of bright hair would have led one to believe.

“And your feckless friend Ron could be in even more jeopardy,” the tall blond murmured. “He had an open marriage contract to you and married someone else. It calls the legality of his marriage into question. I understand he’s a proud father now. Pity if his new child were to be branded a bastard.”

“You wouldn’t!” the little witch was horrified at the nasty threat. She couldn’t let that happen to Ron and his wife and son, although she didn’t owe them anything.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Lucius shrugged. “I’m not a complete villain although I’m aware that you think I would be capable of destroying young Weasley’s family. You don’t know me very well beyond our political differences. That will change. I am merely pointing out the dangers from that contract you haven’t even contemplated.

“Be thankful marriage to me is all that will happen to you,” he went on. “I really don’t know what your life would be worth as Mrs. LeStrange. And Fenrir still has a grudge against you as I remember. Greyback’s not very mobile any more what with your Ron and that Longbottom boy maiming him so badly, but I believe he still could step into that open marriage contract. I don’t think you would look too pretty as a werewolf. The gray matted fur would clash horribly with that mop of curls on your head.”

“Would you quit making denigrating references to my hair? If you hate it so much, why are you bothering with me?” Hermione wondered, not for the first time, exactly why he was pursuing her as a wife. It didn’t make any sense at all. He was, however, scaring her silly with all the other horrible grooms who could have taken advantage of her idiotic, open marriage contract. The fact that both LeStrange and Greyback were in Azkaban wouldn’t have made any difference if they had been alerted to her stupid, open contract. She heard the silent threat that Lucius might find it convenient to tell one or the other if she refused his own offer. Villain, indeed.

Lucius mused, “You’re very sensitive about your appearance, I see. If you recall I said your hair was soft. How is that an insult?” When Hermione merely huffed and shifted on the floor Lucius took that as a change of subject and decided to share some of his reasons for snatching up her open contract.

“My marriage crumbled after Voldemort died and bachelorhood is beginning to pall. My Pureblood lineage can continue under Draco’s aegis so I’m free to select a new bride. My requirements are simple – young enough to bear me more children, high intelligence, and a link into the Gryffindor political machine that basically runs the Ministry these days. They wield the power and my financial dealings would profit from closer ties with the Gryffindor crowd.”

Well, Hermione thought angrily, that still didn’t make any sense. She didn’t have any contacts worth mentioning in the Ministry. Hadn’t the Nuptials Department all but sold her to this platinum-haired arse? Obviously, he had more contacts in the government circles than she did.

Hermione was at a loss to understand this highborn Pureblood. Maybe Voldemort had fried him with too many Crucios and he had descended into madness. That was an even worse worry so Hermione quit trying to figure the man out.

“You, my dear, have all those attributes I’m looking for, although you also need a better haircut, are entirely too snippy for your own health and you’re criminally callow about legal matters.” Well, he cringed inside, maybe he did behave boorishly occasionally but she would try the patience of St. Merlin. Really, her prickly attitude was going to be very difficult to overcome. Would it translate into a fiery female in bed or could he expect to be garroted with her bathrobe sash while dozing in his bath?

“I hope you choke to death on your bloated ego,” Hermione spat, insulted, coming eerily close to his worries for his throat. “Even an old maid goblin in heat would think twice before going home with you.” That was the third time the blond arse had referred to her hair; Hermione put up a hand to feel if it was standing on end or something, but it seemed the same as always. “My curly hair is just the way I like it, I’m only snippy with old wizards who have excess pride and nothing to be proud of, AND I FORGOT ABOUT THAT STUPID CONTRACT!”



She sat, arms crossed in defiance, waiting for the overbearing git to respond. He was lower than a flobberworm’s belly in her estimation, but he could sling a good riposte, even if he did have a massive deficit of morals. A good debate was something she rather missed whenever she had words with her two best friends. She always felt like she was using a rapier and Ron and Harry broom twigs when she verbally fought with them, not that she saw much of Ron any more.

She missed them both sometimes, but had been very busy with her own life. As Lucius said, Ron was married and raising a new son with his wife, Lavender. Their household was terribly unorganized and her rare visits to them, although planned, always seemed to catch the couple by surprise, so she kept her visits to once or twice a year, which seemed to suit everyone better. Hermione suspected Lavender preferred her absence to her presence.

She sincerely hoped that the senior Malfoy wouldn’t disrupt Ron’s marriage; there would be no reason to bother if she married him, but now she worried that her already strained friendship with Ron would suffer a deathblow when he learned of her marriage. That Ron didn’t care for Lucius, who had nearly caused his sister’s death, was an understatement. Either way, Hermione’s ties with Ron would probably dwindle to nothing.

Harry and Ginny were in Romania for several months helping Charlie sort out some stolen dragon eggs. Harry was the Auror in charge of the investigation, which had gone international with eggs showing up on black markets all over Europe. When they returned and were confronted with her marriage to the senior Malfoy, she might lose Harry, too. Hermione sighed, her shoulders slumping in dejection.

Lucius saw the little witch’s unhappiness and he closed his eyes briefly. Why had he agreed to this? Could he ever get past her animosity? His threats were all empty and merely designed to coerce her into this necessary marriage. He was lucky that she didn’t know him well enough to see the bluffing for what it was.

The Ministry was now run by Gryffindor arseholes, just like the disrespectful little priss on the floor, if not as attractive. But besides Snape’s other disquiet, he truly was bone tired of the constant conflict of trying to get any preferential treatment – hell, any equal treatment - in the new government, although maybe the odd turmoil in the wizarding world was all connected.

This weird, new marital course Severus had suggested for his life brought with it the remote potential for some happiness – if his soup wasn’t poisoned first. Snape and his farfetched ideas - Lucius wondered if his friend had made the whole thing up. Snape wasn’t generally an alarmist, but this avenue wasn’t looking promising as a solution. No, Lucius slumped, mirroring the witch on the floor, he knew it wasn’t Snape’s imagination, however much he wanted it to be. The disquiet was all too real. And spreading. He had to go through with this marriage.

The insolent little witch certainly had a mouth on her. He kept losing control of his temper and tongue, but she was entertaining in a vitriolic way and he did relish her ability to joust verbally with him on equal terms, tweaking his competitive spirit and, as a bonus, his lust - as long as she kept her opinions of his virility and age to herself.

“I probably won’t be able to get it up, as you so delicately put it,” Lucius deliberately dug at her worries about her hair, “unless I throw a glamour over you – maybe add some height and sleeker hair, not to mention a gag.” She so easily brought out the worst in him and part of him didn’t like it much while a smidgen of his baser self gloried in the tussle of words. Lucius grimaced. At this beginning point in their rocky relationship it didn’t do either of them any good to throw verbal grenades at each other. So why did she make his normally fiercely controlled temper go up in flames? That couldn’t be a good thing. He was doomed. Damn that Snape anyway.

Snape could have told the blond that he didn’t have a fiercely controlled anything. Lucius’ temper always had a short fuse and blew up routinely, but Snape wasn’t there to point it out, so Lucius kept his cherished illusions.

Hermione just looked away, brushing off his hurtful words about her looks. If they came from a Malfoy they weren’t worth listening to anyway. She couldn’t, however, retaliate with anything denigrating about the nasty blond wizard’s looks because he would know she was lying. He seemed only to look better with each passing year she’d known him. It was probably some sort of dark magic he used and someday he’d pay for it by shriveling into a dried bag of wrinkled skin. The idea soothed her battered self-esteem and made her smile; Lucius saw her sudden incongruous cheer and frowned.

“This is entirely your fault,” he threw the blame where he felt at least a little of it belonged, a bit embarrassed at his ‘glamour’ comment and entirely vexed at Snape for embroiling him in this stunt, conveniently forgetting that he alone had made the decision to pursue it.

Lucius vented his irritation on the little witch who had all unknowing, sewn up his future with her stupid legal blunder. “I think you know you’re entirely culpable. You’ve left yourself open to this marriage. If you think to blame me for your own mistake, it had better not manifest itself in your treatment of me in our marriage. I have a great deal to offer in return for the things I expect to gain from you and your reputation.”

Hermione gaped at the blatant falsehood, blaming her, “I don’t want anything from you, you stupid man,” she blasted back. “How can you imagine that I would suddenly have a burning desire to lower myself to the Pureblood clique and play Lady of the Manor? Eww, my Gods, it would make me Draco’s stepmother! Your son is a monumental jerk.”

“And your parents have a harpy for a daughter,” Lucius returned fire. “Why you made your marriage contract open-ended astounds me. For the most intelligent and magically superior witch of your age group you’re an incredibly stupid young woman. You left yourself open to this eventuality and now you’re blaming me for taking advantage of poor little you.” Erm, well he was taking advantage, sort of. Lucius coughed as the wayward thought ran through his mind. “The lowliest bit of legal counsel would have warned you not to leave yourself open that way,” he lectured.

“It was years ago. I FORGOT about it!” she yelled, incensed at having her youthful legal error pushed in her face once again and by the least sympathetic person she could have heard it from. “It didn’t have to be used against me this way. That is entirely your doing and I do blame you totally.”

Lucius ignored her outburst, “Now your darling Ron is happily married to someone else and you’re left to give my financial empire a much-needed boost,” Lucius stood up and started pacing from one end of the waiting room to the other around the invisible barrier he’d erected, causing Hermione’s neck to ache anew from keeping him in her line of sight. The unappealing smell of the burnt cashmere goat hair wafted to her, making her wrinkle her nose. She was smart enough not to object to the stench and instead merely sat, unobtrusively covering her lower face to block the smell.

He took oblique looks at her as he passed back and forth, assigning his longtime, black-haired, dour friend full responsibility for the success or failure of this proposed marriage. This little witch better be worth all of it or you will be filling the stomach of a Hungarian Horntail, Severus, old friend.

Lucius continued to pace. Was there another, hidden agenda in Snape’s subtle finessing of this marriage idea? He didn’t like it when all the strings weren’t in his own hands. Snape was just as devious as he was – maybe more. Lucius made a mental note to think more about Snape’s involvement in this possible fiasco, which was growing in his mind with every nasty word Hermione uttered.

Lucius began silently adding up the pros and cons of the pending union. The one view he’d had of her ugly white bra had been encouraging. She wasn’t flat-chested by any means and he did like enough to palm and squeeze through his fingers. Her legs were slim and the ankles were works of art. They would look good wrapped around his waist and feel even better. He even liked her quick-witted snipes, but she would need to learn who was master in their home. That in itself promised to be a full-time job for the near future. Lucius’ cock jumped at the prospect of taming his new acquisition.

Hermione threw her hands in the air in exasperation, having become more used to the aroma of fried cashmere, “You yourself have bragged you have all the money in the world. One billion, umpty million, blah, blah,” she mimicked. “Why didn’t you find another witch with the smooth hair and height you prefer? If legal know-how is your forte, you should have been able to find and coerce someone easily. You’ve manipulated people before. As I remember, it’s something of a specialty for you.”

“Oh?” the blond wizard affected innocent surprise, “Do you really think I ought? Is there a chance I can find that one special woman in all the wizarding world with sleek, shiny hair, youth, plus overwhelming intelligence who will fall deeply in love with me, swoon with delight that I chose her and want to immediately begin a family right after I’ve paid her a few million to agree?”

Lucius pretended to consider, cocking his head sideways in an attitude of heavy thought. “Hmmmm,” he finally said. “No, regrettably I think that might take too long; I’d rather have someone in my bed immediately whom I don’t have to pay a single knut. I believe,” he paused dramatically, “Yes, I believe that turns out to be you, nasty temper, disarranged hair and all.”

Lucius sneered, “Why do you think you were chosen in the first place? There isn’t another female member of the fabulous Gryffindor Golden Trio. Weasley’s married and so is Potter; in any case, neither is my type. Your Gryffindor cronies are tying up most of the lucrative deals in the government unfairly, plus I’m ready to settle down now. It all comes together beautifully because of that legal mess you made.” All true, Lucius congratulated himself. Just not all of the truth to be had. He didn’t have long to wait for his future wife’s comeback.



Hermione gave him back sneer for sneer, “You’ve only reaped the unpleasant results of a war you promulgated, probably for personal gain, so I have no sympathy for the internal government backstabbing you’re subjected to now. How does it feel to know that I’m forced to marry you against my will? Even now I’m waffling on accepting this despicable marriage versus the three-year prison sentence for breaking the contractual lines. The idea of having any intimate contact with you makes me ill.” Hermione blushed a little at the idea of learning what was under the elder Malfoy’s no longer immaculate robes.

“Ah, so perhaps there was another wizard you might have wanted instead?” Lucius asked, seeing the blush and ascribing it to the wrong reason. “Are you blighted in love? Was it unrequited or was he married already? It can’t have been one of the young government idiots. You would have eaten them verbally for breakfast. One of your classmates? Or perhaps one of your professors! The female students usually had crushes on Severus, Hades knows why, but they got off on seeing themselves taming the dark, vicious, sullen reprobate. He says they mostly liked to think of him as brooding and misunderstood, but he maintains it was usually dyspepsia from the Great Hall cooking.”

Lucius chuckled, “He used to have fun with a bit of light legilimency during classes when the students were mooning over him. I’m amazed at some of the prurient thoughts those teen girls had. Severus has told me of a few of the more inventive scenarios, but most of them merely had him sweeping them into impassioned kisses. So, had you conceived a hopeless passion for Severus?” She damned well better not have a crush on that dark-haired git or Lucius was going to be using his riding crop on a much more tender little backside than the thestral flesh in his stables.

Hermione had only had her crush on Severus Snape, Mr. War Hero Potions Master and now Head of the School Governors, for a few weeks in her fifth year when he was trying to teach Harry occlumency. She thought that crush had at least been smarter than the one she’d had on Gilderoy Lockhart in second year. Snape would never have forced her into any marriage contract. Besides, he was taken. Hermione snickered. Now that was irony.

Lucius, hearing the muffled laughter from the little witch, relaxed, assuming that she thought the idea of a crush on Snape ludicrous.


tbc...


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