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Love Thy Enemy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
48
Views:
57,008
Reviews:
442
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Colder Than A Witch's Feet
CHAPTER 3: Colder Than a Witch’s Feet
Lucius sat in a chair before the fireplace in his bedroom and sipped his fire-whiskey. His hot temper had gotten the better of him, and now he was bound to a creature he loathed. He could concede that she was a brilliant little witch; her knowledge and ability were legendary after she assisted in the defeat of the dark lord. But he still couldn’t accept that he had been given a mudblood for a bride.
The terms of this farce were ridiculous. They were required to share a home, and since she lived with Potter, it was in fact his ancestral home they would share. They were required to sleep in the same bed and he was grateful that he wouldn’t be forced to shag her. They were required to attend social engagements together and that meant he had to get a move on and have her wardrobe created.
He would have the cheap and tacky clothing now maligning his closet and bureaus burned. The worst part of it was that he was bound into fidelity to a woman he didn’t want. The terms stated that as long as he wore the ring, he could only function sexually with his wife.
He supposed he should be pleased that it was the same for her, but he didn’t think that sex ranked very high for his young wife. He glanced over at her, huddled beneath the blankets on his bed, dressed in the ugliest pajamas he had ever seen.
Who wore pink flannel pajamas with dancing monkeys on them? And the robe was even worse! Made of some fuzzy pink material with giant green tea cups, it was too big for her smaller frame. He saw it lying at the foot of his bed and he reached for his wand, sending the offensive garment into the fire and watched it burn.
He looked back over at her, sleeping soundly now. He had stood outside the door and listened to her sob for what seemed like hours. Lucius felt some pity for her, and that surprised him somewhat. In general, he cared for no one but himself. There was no one left in his life to care for anymore. He had lost his wife, his son, and his best friend to a megalomaniac who had seduced him with the promise of everlasting glory.
Lucius snickered into his glass. That turned out well for him, didn’t it? He had spent a year in Azkaban, two years on probation and then, when things were finally going his way he ends up married to a woman young enough to be his child who hated him just as much as he hated her. Karma was a bitch.
Exhaustion crept in on him and he finally gave up his fight to avoid going to bed. He set his glass aside and stoked the fire before making his way across the room to his bedside. He removed his emerald green silk bed robe, revealing his matching silk pajamas and slid between the blankets. He punched his pillow and settled in on his side.
He was just beginning to doze off when the witch beside him began to shiver. He rolled over and stared at her. Her nose was red and her teeth were chattering. How she could be cold in those hideous flannel pajamas he just couldn’t fathom. He accio’d a throw from the chair and spread it over her, covering her head as well, then pointed his wand at the fire and stoked the flames. Not to be nice or out of concern for her welfare, but so he could sleep in peace.
He closed his eyes and again settled in for sleep when he felt her icy toes against the back of his leg. He sat up and called a pair of thick socks to him, and then he reached for the foot of the bed and pulled the covers back. Her tiny feet were tucked up under his legs. Lucius pulled them free and slid the thick gym socks onto her feet, then tossed the covers back down.
He laid down again, praying that she was warm and comfortable enough that he could finally sleep in peace. It didn’t take long for him to drift off, but his dreams were tormented with images of them permanently stuck together and unable to move.
Lucius panicked a bit when he awoke to discover that he in fact was unable to move. Not because the witch was attached to him, but because she had burrowed underneath his back in search of warmth. Lucius had no warming charm on his bed because he tended to be rather hot natured, but it looked as though he were going to have to rethink that if he ever intended to sleep again.
Lucius sat in a chair before the fireplace in his bedroom and sipped his fire-whiskey. His hot temper had gotten the better of him, and now he was bound to a creature he loathed. He could concede that she was a brilliant little witch; her knowledge and ability were legendary after she assisted in the defeat of the dark lord. But he still couldn’t accept that he had been given a mudblood for a bride.
The terms of this farce were ridiculous. They were required to share a home, and since she lived with Potter, it was in fact his ancestral home they would share. They were required to sleep in the same bed and he was grateful that he wouldn’t be forced to shag her. They were required to attend social engagements together and that meant he had to get a move on and have her wardrobe created.
He would have the cheap and tacky clothing now maligning his closet and bureaus burned. The worst part of it was that he was bound into fidelity to a woman he didn’t want. The terms stated that as long as he wore the ring, he could only function sexually with his wife.
He supposed he should be pleased that it was the same for her, but he didn’t think that sex ranked very high for his young wife. He glanced over at her, huddled beneath the blankets on his bed, dressed in the ugliest pajamas he had ever seen.
Who wore pink flannel pajamas with dancing monkeys on them? And the robe was even worse! Made of some fuzzy pink material with giant green tea cups, it was too big for her smaller frame. He saw it lying at the foot of his bed and he reached for his wand, sending the offensive garment into the fire and watched it burn.
He looked back over at her, sleeping soundly now. He had stood outside the door and listened to her sob for what seemed like hours. Lucius felt some pity for her, and that surprised him somewhat. In general, he cared for no one but himself. There was no one left in his life to care for anymore. He had lost his wife, his son, and his best friend to a megalomaniac who had seduced him with the promise of everlasting glory.
Lucius snickered into his glass. That turned out well for him, didn’t it? He had spent a year in Azkaban, two years on probation and then, when things were finally going his way he ends up married to a woman young enough to be his child who hated him just as much as he hated her. Karma was a bitch.
Exhaustion crept in on him and he finally gave up his fight to avoid going to bed. He set his glass aside and stoked the fire before making his way across the room to his bedside. He removed his emerald green silk bed robe, revealing his matching silk pajamas and slid between the blankets. He punched his pillow and settled in on his side.
He was just beginning to doze off when the witch beside him began to shiver. He rolled over and stared at her. Her nose was red and her teeth were chattering. How she could be cold in those hideous flannel pajamas he just couldn’t fathom. He accio’d a throw from the chair and spread it over her, covering her head as well, then pointed his wand at the fire and stoked the flames. Not to be nice or out of concern for her welfare, but so he could sleep in peace.
He closed his eyes and again settled in for sleep when he felt her icy toes against the back of his leg. He sat up and called a pair of thick socks to him, and then he reached for the foot of the bed and pulled the covers back. Her tiny feet were tucked up under his legs. Lucius pulled them free and slid the thick gym socks onto her feet, then tossed the covers back down.
He laid down again, praying that she was warm and comfortable enough that he could finally sleep in peace. It didn’t take long for him to drift off, but his dreams were tormented with images of them permanently stuck together and unable to move.
Lucius panicked a bit when he awoke to discover that he in fact was unable to move. Not because the witch was attached to him, but because she had burrowed underneath his back in search of warmth. Lucius had no warming charm on his bed because he tended to be rather hot natured, but it looked as though he were going to have to rethink that if he ever intended to sleep again.