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Breakfast At Malfoy's
Hermione rolled over and put one hand to her aching head. She felt much better even though her head was pounding, probably due to the disgusting things that had vacated it and her stomach in the last twenty four hours. She’d have to remember to not take anything Ginny gave her medication wise again because it seemed to have odd effects. She’d had the strangest dreams of dancing with Lucius Malfoy, then dreamed of him coming to her flat. It had to be the effects of being ill, she thought.
“Oh, Goddess,” she groaned. “Please let me get over this soon.” She scooted around on the bed for a moment trying to get comfortable again, full intending to go back to sleep. Her eyes suddenly flew open when a million and one things registered at once. Lucius Malfoy had been to her flat last night. That part at least hadn’t been a dream. What else she remembered happening was too mortifying for words. She grabbed one of the pillows from under her head and screamed into it, then vaguely wondered if it was at all possible to smother yourself. She heaved a disgruntled groan and rolled out of bed to go take a shower.
She sighed. Much as she hated to do it, she had to go apologize. Then find out why Lucius had been on her doorstep after eleven thirty at night.
***
Lucius frowned at his friend over the top of his mail.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to haunt, Severus? Classes to teach?”
“Classes are out for the holidays as you very well know, Lucius. And if I were anywhere else I’d miss you making a fool of yourself over Miss Granger. I can hardly think of anything quite so entertaining back at Hogwarts.”
“I’m hardly making a fool of myself over her this morning,” Lucius said, biting into his toast and growling at the letter in his hands. “After this nonsense I may give up women all together.”
“Unless some bit of fluff hexes off certain body parts of yours, I do not believe that will happen, Lucius.” Severus sighed and looked longingly at the plate in front of Lucius. “I miss toast. Why are you growling at that piece of parchment?”
“My former wife wants more money,” Lucius said with a snarl.
“That’s hardly surprising; she goes through it like a fish in water. I could never understand what you saw in her, Lucius.”
“She was beautiful.”
“Is that the only reason you married her?”
“You know it was expected, Severus. I often thought you had the better of the worlds. Not that I’d admit it to anyone else. At least you were free to choose whomever you wanted.”
“Even if she didn’t choose me. Isn’t your little spell nonsense taking away Miss Granger’s freedom to choose whom she wants? Not that it would ever bother you in the slightest.”
“Hardly. Muggle magick doesn’t work that way. It isn’t like the Imperius curse. It’s more subtle than heavy handed.”
“Yes, well, it’s evidently so subtle that one would presume it isn’t working,” Severus said pointedly.
Before Lucius could say anything else one of the house elves came bustling into the room.
“Wubbly is sorry to be disturbing you, Master. There is a young lady here to sees you.”
“A young lady?” Lucius asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Wubbly said nodding so vigorously he looked rather like an oversized bobble head doll. “She says her name is Miss Granger.”
Snape’s nonexistent eyebrows shot up in surprise. Lucius set the letter from Narcissa’s solicitor aside and cast an amused smirk in Snape’s direction.
“That proves nothing, Lucius,” Snape said grouchily.
“Yet,” Lucius said. “Do show her in, Wubbly.”
Wubbly bobbled again before exiting the room quickly to go fetch Hermione.
“Severus, is there any way I can persuade you to stop sitting there like a large harbinger of doom?”
“That depends,” Severus said, looking thoughtful.
“On what?” Lucius asked suspiciously.
“On whether or not I can watch.”
“Pervert.”
“No. I am a pro-vert.”
“Professional at your perversions are you?”
“Clearly,” Snape said, fading out just as Hermione’s footsteps were heard outside the door.
Lucius stood as Hermione entered the room and waited as she stood nervously by the door for a moment.
“Hermione, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” he asked, walking over to her and taking her hands in his much larger ones.
Hermione stared in fascination for a moment, watching his lips move, remembering what they felt like against hers. She shook herself from her fog and tried to force down the queasy feeling in her stomach. It would not be a good thing to repeat her performance of last night.
“I just . . .” she began but Lucius interrupted her.
“You still look entirely too pale. Have you eaten this morning?” he asked. She shook her head and he tsked before taking her by the shoulders and steering her toward the table. Settling her in the chair next to his.
“Really, Lucius, I only came to apologize for . . . for what happened last night,” Hermione said, starting to get up to flee the room and the house all together. Lucius stopped her with a hand over hers.
“Consider it payment for projectile vomiting on my new robes last night,” Lucius said with a small smile.
“You are evil, Lucius Malfoy,” Hermione said but made no other move to leave at that point.
“Such a weak response from you, dear Hermione.”
“I am ill, you know,” she said, eyes narrowing.
“Ah, yes. That is true. I hope you’re feeling better soon. I rather enjoy the fireball side of your personality.”
“You mean you enjoy annoying me into the inclination to hex you into the middle of next week,” she pointed out.
“That too,” Lucius said, smiling slightly. “I’ve often thought you were in need of someone who could keep up.”
“And you consider yourself to be that person, I suppose,” Hermione said, taking a bite of the toast that had appeared in front of her.
“At least you must admit you’d never have to explain big words to me.”
***
Mad Ramblings: aka Author’s Notes
To Heidi191976, margaritama, Taz, Lex, glad you’re still reading and enjoying.
Acidqueen and RazorbladeKisses: Welcome aboard and I hope you continue to be amused.
Zets: Love you as always, my dear. Happy that you’re amused. I’ve always thought Hermione needed someone who could keep up with her on an intellectual level.
Voracious Reader: In answer to your questions. I’m in the Midwest, Illinois to be exact. No, not Chicagoland, closer to St. Louis actually. The spell is an old one apparently. It’s all over the net now but I initially learned it from a book ages ago. When I asked my great grandmother (yes, I was fortunate enough to have both her and one great, great aunt into my twenties) she said it was a variation of an old folk magick charm.
“Oh, Goddess,” she groaned. “Please let me get over this soon.” She scooted around on the bed for a moment trying to get comfortable again, full intending to go back to sleep. Her eyes suddenly flew open when a million and one things registered at once. Lucius Malfoy had been to her flat last night. That part at least hadn’t been a dream. What else she remembered happening was too mortifying for words. She grabbed one of the pillows from under her head and screamed into it, then vaguely wondered if it was at all possible to smother yourself. She heaved a disgruntled groan and rolled out of bed to go take a shower.
She sighed. Much as she hated to do it, she had to go apologize. Then find out why Lucius had been on her doorstep after eleven thirty at night.
***
Lucius frowned at his friend over the top of his mail.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to haunt, Severus? Classes to teach?”
“Classes are out for the holidays as you very well know, Lucius. And if I were anywhere else I’d miss you making a fool of yourself over Miss Granger. I can hardly think of anything quite so entertaining back at Hogwarts.”
“I’m hardly making a fool of myself over her this morning,” Lucius said, biting into his toast and growling at the letter in his hands. “After this nonsense I may give up women all together.”
“Unless some bit of fluff hexes off certain body parts of yours, I do not believe that will happen, Lucius.” Severus sighed and looked longingly at the plate in front of Lucius. “I miss toast. Why are you growling at that piece of parchment?”
“My former wife wants more money,” Lucius said with a snarl.
“That’s hardly surprising; she goes through it like a fish in water. I could never understand what you saw in her, Lucius.”
“She was beautiful.”
“Is that the only reason you married her?”
“You know it was expected, Severus. I often thought you had the better of the worlds. Not that I’d admit it to anyone else. At least you were free to choose whomever you wanted.”
“Even if she didn’t choose me. Isn’t your little spell nonsense taking away Miss Granger’s freedom to choose whom she wants? Not that it would ever bother you in the slightest.”
“Hardly. Muggle magick doesn’t work that way. It isn’t like the Imperius curse. It’s more subtle than heavy handed.”
“Yes, well, it’s evidently so subtle that one would presume it isn’t working,” Severus said pointedly.
Before Lucius could say anything else one of the house elves came bustling into the room.
“Wubbly is sorry to be disturbing you, Master. There is a young lady here to sees you.”
“A young lady?” Lucius asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Wubbly said nodding so vigorously he looked rather like an oversized bobble head doll. “She says her name is Miss Granger.”
Snape’s nonexistent eyebrows shot up in surprise. Lucius set the letter from Narcissa’s solicitor aside and cast an amused smirk in Snape’s direction.
“That proves nothing, Lucius,” Snape said grouchily.
“Yet,” Lucius said. “Do show her in, Wubbly.”
Wubbly bobbled again before exiting the room quickly to go fetch Hermione.
“Severus, is there any way I can persuade you to stop sitting there like a large harbinger of doom?”
“That depends,” Severus said, looking thoughtful.
“On what?” Lucius asked suspiciously.
“On whether or not I can watch.”
“Pervert.”
“No. I am a pro-vert.”
“Professional at your perversions are you?”
“Clearly,” Snape said, fading out just as Hermione’s footsteps were heard outside the door.
Lucius stood as Hermione entered the room and waited as she stood nervously by the door for a moment.
“Hermione, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” he asked, walking over to her and taking her hands in his much larger ones.
Hermione stared in fascination for a moment, watching his lips move, remembering what they felt like against hers. She shook herself from her fog and tried to force down the queasy feeling in her stomach. It would not be a good thing to repeat her performance of last night.
“I just . . .” she began but Lucius interrupted her.
“You still look entirely too pale. Have you eaten this morning?” he asked. She shook her head and he tsked before taking her by the shoulders and steering her toward the table. Settling her in the chair next to his.
“Really, Lucius, I only came to apologize for . . . for what happened last night,” Hermione said, starting to get up to flee the room and the house all together. Lucius stopped her with a hand over hers.
“Consider it payment for projectile vomiting on my new robes last night,” Lucius said with a small smile.
“You are evil, Lucius Malfoy,” Hermione said but made no other move to leave at that point.
“Such a weak response from you, dear Hermione.”
“I am ill, you know,” she said, eyes narrowing.
“Ah, yes. That is true. I hope you’re feeling better soon. I rather enjoy the fireball side of your personality.”
“You mean you enjoy annoying me into the inclination to hex you into the middle of next week,” she pointed out.
“That too,” Lucius said, smiling slightly. “I’ve often thought you were in need of someone who could keep up.”
“And you consider yourself to be that person, I suppose,” Hermione said, taking a bite of the toast that had appeared in front of her.
“At least you must admit you’d never have to explain big words to me.”
***
Mad Ramblings: aka Author’s Notes
To Heidi191976, margaritama, Taz, Lex, glad you’re still reading and enjoying.
Acidqueen and RazorbladeKisses: Welcome aboard and I hope you continue to be amused.
Zets: Love you as always, my dear. Happy that you’re amused. I’ve always thought Hermione needed someone who could keep up with her on an intellectual level.
Voracious Reader: In answer to your questions. I’m in the Midwest, Illinois to be exact. No, not Chicagoland, closer to St. Louis actually. The spell is an old one apparently. It’s all over the net now but I initially learned it from a book ages ago. When I asked my great grandmother (yes, I was fortunate enough to have both her and one great, great aunt into my twenties) she said it was a variation of an old folk magick charm.