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True Love and Other Natural Disasters
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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:
7
Views:
12,033
Reviews:
46
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter that is J.K. Rowling's honor. Making no money, just enjoying writing.
Makin' Magic
What you see ain\'t what you get,
There\'s more than meets the eye.
\'Cause you ain\'t seen nothin\' yet.
It\'s up to us, me and you,
Together we can fly high
When Hermione arrived at MacKenzies at ten to six she found her friend already there. She was seated at the bar and as usual surrounded by a number of men. She had to admit that the girl whom she’d thought had a face like a pug at school had grown into a stunning woman. Pansy’s black hair was cut to frame her face and draw attention to her almond shaped dark eyes. Her alabaster skin was a sharp contrast to her hair and eyes and it made her look somewhat exotic. Her lips were painted the same color as the cherry from her drink that she was molesting, much to the entertainment and wishful thinking of the men around her. She was dressed in a man’s white suit with black pinstripes that had been tailored to fit her and wearing a lethal looking pair of two toned stilettos. Even fully covered as she was, she was still sex walking. Or sitting, as the case was just then.
Pansy glanced through her horde of admirers and waved to her friend. She winked at one and made her excuses to the others then stood and made her way through the throng of other patrons to Hermione.
“All right, Princess, what’s amiss?” Pansy asked, kissing her on both cheeks and dragging her along to the nearest empty table.
“Please stop calling me that, Pans.”
“Why? You were a Gryffindor princess, after all.”
“Yes. Well, you were a Slytherin one and you don’t hear me call you that.”
“Darling, I still am a Slytherin. But I tend to consider myself more a queen at this point. You’re avoiding my question by the way.”
“Can we order first? I’m ravenous,” Hermione said, gratefully taking a menu from the waitress.
Pansy shrugged and pulled out the extra chair, setting her feet on it to show off the long line of her legs in the tailored slacks and the shoes. “Since you insist.”
They ordered and Pansy leaned forward to prod Hermione a little.
“So, exactly what’s the trouble?”
Hermione sighed heavily and explained the situation excluding the run in she’d had with Lucius earlier that day for the moment.
“That is the weirdest damn thing I’ve ever heard, Mione,” Pansy said, scratching the back of her neck. “Are you positive this is an effect from the game?”
“I’m fairly certain as I have no idea what else it could be. Though I don’t know much about love spells.”
“I don’t know if it is or not,” Pansy said thoughtfully. “The My Prince game is very mild as far as love spells go. It isn’t technically a love spell to begin with anyway. More like divination than an actual spell. Any odd effects usually dissipate after a few weeks at most. I’ve never heard of anything lasting for years afterward. Who did you wish for?”
Hermione shook her head and looked at Pansy oddly. “I didn’t wish for anyone in particular. I think I said something to the effect of I wanted someone mature, intelligent and nice looking wouldn’t be amiss. Why?”
“I’m guessing the game told you who fit that description and that you’ve run into that person today.”
“An excellent guess.”
“Fine. Who is it?”
“Oh, gods, Pans, you wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” Hermione said. “I barely believe it myself.”
“Are you going to share or do I have to guess?” Pansy prompted.
“One Mr. Malfoy.”
Pansy stared at her in disbelief for a moment. “Draco? What the hell?”
“No. Not Draco,” Hermione said, glaring at her friend.
“Ohhh. Luscious Lucius then. Sweet gods, there’s a father I’d like to fuck if there ever was one.”
“Pansy!” Hermione said, sounding scandalized.
Pansy waved her off. “Oh, please! The man is sex on legs with the blessings of every god known to humanity. If he would have been even remotely willing I would have nailed him long before I did Draco. Well, he fits all of the criteria you set forward. What’s the problem?”
“He thinks it’s an intentional spell and isn’t happy about it,” Hermione said, finally telling her what had happened with Lucius earlier that day.
“Ouch! Delicious daddy being unhappy about something isn’t a good thing. Goddess knows the man is ruthless and vicious when it comes to expressing his displeasure.”
Hermione sighed and ran her hands through her already messy hair in frustration. “I don’t know how to fix this.”
“Hmmm. Maybe it doesn’t need to be fixed so much as cultivated,” Pansy said, glancing slyly at Hermione from under her lashes.
Hermione stared blankly at her and Pansy sighed.
“For being best friends with two men since the dawn of forever you know next to nothing about the males of the species,” Pansy said in exasperation.
“Since my two best friends are gay men, I hardly think that counts.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The lyrics used in this chapter are from Makin’ Magic by Tesla.
Pansy’s shoes can be found here. http://www.wickedred.com/511-Gangster.jpg
There\'s more than meets the eye.
\'Cause you ain\'t seen nothin\' yet.
It\'s up to us, me and you,
Together we can fly high
When Hermione arrived at MacKenzies at ten to six she found her friend already there. She was seated at the bar and as usual surrounded by a number of men. She had to admit that the girl whom she’d thought had a face like a pug at school had grown into a stunning woman. Pansy’s black hair was cut to frame her face and draw attention to her almond shaped dark eyes. Her alabaster skin was a sharp contrast to her hair and eyes and it made her look somewhat exotic. Her lips were painted the same color as the cherry from her drink that she was molesting, much to the entertainment and wishful thinking of the men around her. She was dressed in a man’s white suit with black pinstripes that had been tailored to fit her and wearing a lethal looking pair of two toned stilettos. Even fully covered as she was, she was still sex walking. Or sitting, as the case was just then.
Pansy glanced through her horde of admirers and waved to her friend. She winked at one and made her excuses to the others then stood and made her way through the throng of other patrons to Hermione.
“All right, Princess, what’s amiss?” Pansy asked, kissing her on both cheeks and dragging her along to the nearest empty table.
“Please stop calling me that, Pans.”
“Why? You were a Gryffindor princess, after all.”
“Yes. Well, you were a Slytherin one and you don’t hear me call you that.”
“Darling, I still am a Slytherin. But I tend to consider myself more a queen at this point. You’re avoiding my question by the way.”
“Can we order first? I’m ravenous,” Hermione said, gratefully taking a menu from the waitress.
Pansy shrugged and pulled out the extra chair, setting her feet on it to show off the long line of her legs in the tailored slacks and the shoes. “Since you insist.”
They ordered and Pansy leaned forward to prod Hermione a little.
“So, exactly what’s the trouble?”
Hermione sighed heavily and explained the situation excluding the run in she’d had with Lucius earlier that day for the moment.
“That is the weirdest damn thing I’ve ever heard, Mione,” Pansy said, scratching the back of her neck. “Are you positive this is an effect from the game?”
“I’m fairly certain as I have no idea what else it could be. Though I don’t know much about love spells.”
“I don’t know if it is or not,” Pansy said thoughtfully. “The My Prince game is very mild as far as love spells go. It isn’t technically a love spell to begin with anyway. More like divination than an actual spell. Any odd effects usually dissipate after a few weeks at most. I’ve never heard of anything lasting for years afterward. Who did you wish for?”
Hermione shook her head and looked at Pansy oddly. “I didn’t wish for anyone in particular. I think I said something to the effect of I wanted someone mature, intelligent and nice looking wouldn’t be amiss. Why?”
“I’m guessing the game told you who fit that description and that you’ve run into that person today.”
“An excellent guess.”
“Fine. Who is it?”
“Oh, gods, Pans, you wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” Hermione said. “I barely believe it myself.”
“Are you going to share or do I have to guess?” Pansy prompted.
“One Mr. Malfoy.”
Pansy stared at her in disbelief for a moment. “Draco? What the hell?”
“No. Not Draco,” Hermione said, glaring at her friend.
“Ohhh. Luscious Lucius then. Sweet gods, there’s a father I’d like to fuck if there ever was one.”
“Pansy!” Hermione said, sounding scandalized.
Pansy waved her off. “Oh, please! The man is sex on legs with the blessings of every god known to humanity. If he would have been even remotely willing I would have nailed him long before I did Draco. Well, he fits all of the criteria you set forward. What’s the problem?”
“He thinks it’s an intentional spell and isn’t happy about it,” Hermione said, finally telling her what had happened with Lucius earlier that day.
“Ouch! Delicious daddy being unhappy about something isn’t a good thing. Goddess knows the man is ruthless and vicious when it comes to expressing his displeasure.”
Hermione sighed and ran her hands through her already messy hair in frustration. “I don’t know how to fix this.”
“Hmmm. Maybe it doesn’t need to be fixed so much as cultivated,” Pansy said, glancing slyly at Hermione from under her lashes.
Hermione stared blankly at her and Pansy sighed.
“For being best friends with two men since the dawn of forever you know next to nothing about the males of the species,” Pansy said in exasperation.
“Since my two best friends are gay men, I hardly think that counts.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The lyrics used in this chapter are from Makin’ Magic by Tesla.
Pansy’s shoes can be found here. http://www.wickedred.com/511-Gangster.jpg