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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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9,981
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47
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Currently Reading:
1
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King of Dreams
“Absoluthly noth, Ginny,” Hermione said through the handkerchief.
“I’ll stay here with you then.”
“No. You and Harry have plans. It’s fine. I just didn’t plan on getting sick.”
“But you can’t be alone on New Years Eve. That’s just so wrong,” Ginny said, fluffing up a pillow before putting it behind Hermione.
“Oh, please. It isn’t like I’ve had a date for it or anything the last few years,” Hermione said, flopping back against the pillows. She forcibly and ruthlessly squashed all thought that Lucius Malfoy had been the last man she’d had kiss her on New Years Eve because it was just too depressing for contemplation. “I just want to lie here and be miserable. Maybe sleep in the new year.”
“Are you absolutely sure you don’t want me to stay. Harry and I can change plans if you need us to.”
“No. I’ll be fine. You two need a night out alone. Children are bound to take a toll on someone’s love life.”
Ginny sighed. “That they do. I’ll have Mum bring by some of her chicken soup. That should set you right straight away.”
“That would be lovely, Gin. Thanks. Right now I just want to sleep though.”
“Okay. I’ll keep the cell phone on in case you need anything.”
“Scary that the wizarding world now has those things,” Hermione said behind a yawn.
“Well, Dad just felt the deep and heartfelt need to get everyone the stupid things since Harry showed him how they work. I may have to find a silencing spell for my husband next time he decides to explain muggle tech to my Dad. Half the time I don’t even know where it is and have to do an Accio just to find it.”
Hermione laughed weakly and started sneezing again.
“I’ll get out of your hair. Call me if you need me.”
Hermione waved her off and within a few moments of her head hitting the pillow she was asleep.
***
Lucius was pacing back and forth near the balcony. He’d been waiting for Hermione to show up at the party for hours now. He knew she’d been invited and had planned on attending so where the hell was she? He growled a little as Severus again glided up behind him.
“What’s wrong, Lucius? Spell not working?” he sneered.
“Unless you have something interesting to say, Severus, go away. I’m not in the mood,” Lucius snapped.
Snape just shrugged. “Hmmm. It isn’t interesting to me. However, I thought it might be of interest to you since it involves where your little girlfriend is at the moment. But if you say you aren’t in the mood . . .” he said, turning to leave.
“Severus, get back here,” Lucius growled.
“Why would I want to do that? You did tell me to go away, after all.”
“Tell me where she is. Otherwise, I will necromance you and keep you in a jar on the mantle. Then let Draco’s children play with Unkey Sev’s jar. Often.”
***
I know how to please you, your mind is on the bend
Can\'t you feel the power, surrender in my arms
Beyond the witching hour we\'re traveling on and on
I\'m a real smooth dancer, I\'m fantasy man
Master of illusion, magic touch in my hand
The stages are empty when I steal the scenes
A beggar of love, second hand hero... King of Dreams
She was dancing, almost floating really. Dressed in a beautiful evening gown of blue silk and being twirled across the dance floor by none other than Lucius Malfoy. He was dressed in a muggle tuxedo that looked very much like it came from 1967, he also had a shoulder holster and gun on his person. Oddly enough, she seemed to be more than comfortable with that arrangement as they made their way across the dance floor.
“You know, Miss Moneypenny, I’m rather glad you convinced me to come to the Bond Ball this year.”
“See, James, isn’t this better than spending New Years at some boring Ministry party?”
“Ah, my dear Moneypenny, being anywhere with you is lovely,” he said, affecting his best Scottish accent before leaning forward to kiss her.
She stopped him before he ever made contact though. “Lucius,” she said exasperatedly. “James Bond never kisses Moneypenny.”
“Perhaps so. But I am not James Bond,” he said, spinning her around before dipping her and grinning evilly. “I’m Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy.”
Hermione woke from the oddest dream ever to someone pounding on her door. She glanced at the clock which read 11:43 and groaned. Probably some drunken idiot who’d gotten the wrong flat. She rolled out of bed, steadying herself by holding on to the nightstand when the dizziness hit her. She staggered to the door grumbling. She flung open the door, fully intending to give the sleep interrupter a piece of her mind and possibly a good bit of her cold. She stopped just as she was drawing a breath to start yelling and stared at Lucius Malfoy standing in the hallway of her building.
He stared back at her for a full minute before saying. “Good gods, you look like hell.”
She glared at him and said, “Don’t make me sneeze on you, Lucius.”
***
The song used in this chapter is King of Dreams by Deep Purple.
And yes, there really is such a thing as the Bond Ball. It takes place in London every New Years at the Kensington Close Hotel. It’s more or less cosplay for James Bond fans.
“I’ll stay here with you then.”
“No. You and Harry have plans. It’s fine. I just didn’t plan on getting sick.”
“But you can’t be alone on New Years Eve. That’s just so wrong,” Ginny said, fluffing up a pillow before putting it behind Hermione.
“Oh, please. It isn’t like I’ve had a date for it or anything the last few years,” Hermione said, flopping back against the pillows. She forcibly and ruthlessly squashed all thought that Lucius Malfoy had been the last man she’d had kiss her on New Years Eve because it was just too depressing for contemplation. “I just want to lie here and be miserable. Maybe sleep in the new year.”
“Are you absolutely sure you don’t want me to stay. Harry and I can change plans if you need us to.”
“No. I’ll be fine. You two need a night out alone. Children are bound to take a toll on someone’s love life.”
Ginny sighed. “That they do. I’ll have Mum bring by some of her chicken soup. That should set you right straight away.”
“That would be lovely, Gin. Thanks. Right now I just want to sleep though.”
“Okay. I’ll keep the cell phone on in case you need anything.”
“Scary that the wizarding world now has those things,” Hermione said behind a yawn.
“Well, Dad just felt the deep and heartfelt need to get everyone the stupid things since Harry showed him how they work. I may have to find a silencing spell for my husband next time he decides to explain muggle tech to my Dad. Half the time I don’t even know where it is and have to do an Accio just to find it.”
Hermione laughed weakly and started sneezing again.
“I’ll get out of your hair. Call me if you need me.”
Hermione waved her off and within a few moments of her head hitting the pillow she was asleep.
***
Lucius was pacing back and forth near the balcony. He’d been waiting for Hermione to show up at the party for hours now. He knew she’d been invited and had planned on attending so where the hell was she? He growled a little as Severus again glided up behind him.
“What’s wrong, Lucius? Spell not working?” he sneered.
“Unless you have something interesting to say, Severus, go away. I’m not in the mood,” Lucius snapped.
Snape just shrugged. “Hmmm. It isn’t interesting to me. However, I thought it might be of interest to you since it involves where your little girlfriend is at the moment. But if you say you aren’t in the mood . . .” he said, turning to leave.
“Severus, get back here,” Lucius growled.
“Why would I want to do that? You did tell me to go away, after all.”
“Tell me where she is. Otherwise, I will necromance you and keep you in a jar on the mantle. Then let Draco’s children play with Unkey Sev’s jar. Often.”
***
I know how to please you, your mind is on the bend
Can\'t you feel the power, surrender in my arms
Beyond the witching hour we\'re traveling on and on
I\'m a real smooth dancer, I\'m fantasy man
Master of illusion, magic touch in my hand
The stages are empty when I steal the scenes
A beggar of love, second hand hero... King of Dreams
She was dancing, almost floating really. Dressed in a beautiful evening gown of blue silk and being twirled across the dance floor by none other than Lucius Malfoy. He was dressed in a muggle tuxedo that looked very much like it came from 1967, he also had a shoulder holster and gun on his person. Oddly enough, she seemed to be more than comfortable with that arrangement as they made their way across the dance floor.
“You know, Miss Moneypenny, I’m rather glad you convinced me to come to the Bond Ball this year.”
“See, James, isn’t this better than spending New Years at some boring Ministry party?”
“Ah, my dear Moneypenny, being anywhere with you is lovely,” he said, affecting his best Scottish accent before leaning forward to kiss her.
She stopped him before he ever made contact though. “Lucius,” she said exasperatedly. “James Bond never kisses Moneypenny.”
“Perhaps so. But I am not James Bond,” he said, spinning her around before dipping her and grinning evilly. “I’m Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy.”
Hermione woke from the oddest dream ever to someone pounding on her door. She glanced at the clock which read 11:43 and groaned. Probably some drunken idiot who’d gotten the wrong flat. She rolled out of bed, steadying herself by holding on to the nightstand when the dizziness hit her. She staggered to the door grumbling. She flung open the door, fully intending to give the sleep interrupter a piece of her mind and possibly a good bit of her cold. She stopped just as she was drawing a breath to start yelling and stared at Lucius Malfoy standing in the hallway of her building.
He stared back at her for a full minute before saying. “Good gods, you look like hell.”
She glared at him and said, “Don’t make me sneeze on you, Lucius.”
***
The song used in this chapter is King of Dreams by Deep Purple.
And yes, there really is such a thing as the Bond Ball. It takes place in London every New Years at the Kensington Close Hotel. It’s more or less cosplay for James Bond fans.