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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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7
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12,043
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46
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Killer Queen
Sorry this is so short, everyone. It just refused to be longer.
***
Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars, she couldn\'t care
PERSPICUOUS and precise
Pansy was just . . . evil. There was simply no way around that fact, Hermione thought as she was dragged into one of the most elite spas in the wizarding world. Yes, her friend had evidently lost all reason and decided she needed a complete overhaul when it came to . . . damn near everything. When Hermione had protested, dragged her feet, complained and dug in her heels Pansy had simply smiled.
“I’ll just Imperious you and take you where you need to go anyway.”
“You wouldn’t!” Hermione had said, aghast that the other woman would even joke about using an Unforgivable on a friend.
“Darling, you know I was a Slytherin. What in the Universe makes you think I wouldn’t make good on it?”
Hermione had stood with her mouth open for a full minute, staring at Pansy while things rolled around wildly in her head. Pansy really would do something like that to get her way. At least there hadn’t been the threat of ropes and handcuffs as there had the last time Pansy had gotten one of her ideas. After Pansy recognized the air of defeat in her friend Hermione had been taken literally everywhere.
She had her hair trimmed and charmed to fall in soft ringlets around her face and down her back instead of being left the untamed mass it usually was. Had a manicure and pedicure. They’d polished her feet for pity’s sake, which had to have been one of the oddest sensations she’d ever experienced. Hermione had threatened to never speak to her again if they went shopping for clothes that night. She knew Pansy well enough to know the other woman would insist upon it the next day but at least it was a brief respite from that madness.
This was all after Pansy had Flooed Draco and told him in no uncertain terms he was to have his father at the Ministry cocktail party in two nights come hell or high water or else. Hermione decided she really didn’t want to know what the or else was. Considering it was between two former Slytherins it had to be bad. It amused her to watch them together. Even though they had an open relationship, she very seriously doubted either of them could be tied down to one person for long, they were still jealous of the other’s dates, one night stands and even casual flirts. They fought with no holds barred, baited one another mercilessly and were probably more in love than any other couple Hermione had seen in her life. Gods knew she didn’t understand it but it seemed to work for them so who was she to judge.
***
Lucius sighed and glared at his only offspring over the top of his ledger. “Why on Earth would I want to attend?”
Draco folded his arms over his chest and peered narrowly at his father. “Because, it is to introduce your department to the other heads at the Ministry, Father. We’ve discussed this at least five times today.”
“Boring parties were not included in my contract,” Lucius said dismissively, shuffling through the paperwork for his new position that littered his desk.
“Perhaps not. But you know as well as everyone else does that it’s an unwritten rule. If it’s for your department you have to attend.”
“Draco,” Lucius growled.
“Really, Father, you can’t bury yourself in the library with Mother’s portrait forever. At some point in time you have to start to live again.”
“And if I wish to happily waste away and join your mother? What then?”
Draco braced both hands on the wide mahogany desk and leaned forward until his was almost nose to nose with the patriarch of the Malfoy family. “Then I swear I will drag you kicking and screaming back into reality. Or in your case, seething and plotting,” he said with an evil smile. “Now, I’ll leave you to fume in peace, Father. I’m going to go corner Pansy at the spa. I swear that woman will be the death of me yet.”
“Draco, marry the girl and get it over with,” Lucius said, one corner of his lips lifting slightly.
Draco laughed and headed out of his father’s office. “As if she’d have me,” he said over his shoulder.
Lucius shook his head as the door closed behind his son. Well, it was never a dull moment when Draco decided he wanted something to happen. Since that was something he had inherited from both parents he knew he hadn’t really stood a chance. Not that he’d really wanted to. Narcissa’s portrait had been hounding him for ages to get on with living. Honestly, how horrid could a boring staff party for the Ministry be?
***Mad Ramblings aka Author\'s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is *obviously* Killer Queen by Queen.
***
Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars, she couldn\'t care
PERSPICUOUS and precise
Pansy was just . . . evil. There was simply no way around that fact, Hermione thought as she was dragged into one of the most elite spas in the wizarding world. Yes, her friend had evidently lost all reason and decided she needed a complete overhaul when it came to . . . damn near everything. When Hermione had protested, dragged her feet, complained and dug in her heels Pansy had simply smiled.
“I’ll just Imperious you and take you where you need to go anyway.”
“You wouldn’t!” Hermione had said, aghast that the other woman would even joke about using an Unforgivable on a friend.
“Darling, you know I was a Slytherin. What in the Universe makes you think I wouldn’t make good on it?”
Hermione had stood with her mouth open for a full minute, staring at Pansy while things rolled around wildly in her head. Pansy really would do something like that to get her way. At least there hadn’t been the threat of ropes and handcuffs as there had the last time Pansy had gotten one of her ideas. After Pansy recognized the air of defeat in her friend Hermione had been taken literally everywhere.
She had her hair trimmed and charmed to fall in soft ringlets around her face and down her back instead of being left the untamed mass it usually was. Had a manicure and pedicure. They’d polished her feet for pity’s sake, which had to have been one of the oddest sensations she’d ever experienced. Hermione had threatened to never speak to her again if they went shopping for clothes that night. She knew Pansy well enough to know the other woman would insist upon it the next day but at least it was a brief respite from that madness.
This was all after Pansy had Flooed Draco and told him in no uncertain terms he was to have his father at the Ministry cocktail party in two nights come hell or high water or else. Hermione decided she really didn’t want to know what the or else was. Considering it was between two former Slytherins it had to be bad. It amused her to watch them together. Even though they had an open relationship, she very seriously doubted either of them could be tied down to one person for long, they were still jealous of the other’s dates, one night stands and even casual flirts. They fought with no holds barred, baited one another mercilessly and were probably more in love than any other couple Hermione had seen in her life. Gods knew she didn’t understand it but it seemed to work for them so who was she to judge.
***
Lucius sighed and glared at his only offspring over the top of his ledger. “Why on Earth would I want to attend?”
Draco folded his arms over his chest and peered narrowly at his father. “Because, it is to introduce your department to the other heads at the Ministry, Father. We’ve discussed this at least five times today.”
“Boring parties were not included in my contract,” Lucius said dismissively, shuffling through the paperwork for his new position that littered his desk.
“Perhaps not. But you know as well as everyone else does that it’s an unwritten rule. If it’s for your department you have to attend.”
“Draco,” Lucius growled.
“Really, Father, you can’t bury yourself in the library with Mother’s portrait forever. At some point in time you have to start to live again.”
“And if I wish to happily waste away and join your mother? What then?”
Draco braced both hands on the wide mahogany desk and leaned forward until his was almost nose to nose with the patriarch of the Malfoy family. “Then I swear I will drag you kicking and screaming back into reality. Or in your case, seething and plotting,” he said with an evil smile. “Now, I’ll leave you to fume in peace, Father. I’m going to go corner Pansy at the spa. I swear that woman will be the death of me yet.”
“Draco, marry the girl and get it over with,” Lucius said, one corner of his lips lifting slightly.
Draco laughed and headed out of his father’s office. “As if she’d have me,” he said over his shoulder.
Lucius shook his head as the door closed behind his son. Well, it was never a dull moment when Draco decided he wanted something to happen. Since that was something he had inherited from both parents he knew he hadn’t really stood a chance. Not that he’d really wanted to. Narcissa’s portrait had been hounding him for ages to get on with living. Honestly, how horrid could a boring staff party for the Ministry be?
***Mad Ramblings aka Author\'s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is *obviously* Killer Queen by Queen.