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:
12,044
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.
No Bed Of Roses
Never said it’d be no bed of roses
You know all through the love an\'
Pain you keep me hanging on
You keep me hanging on
Pansy sat with her feet on the soundboard table, head bobbing to the music in the headset as she adjusted the treble and bass on the song. She glanced up and smiled at the young man in the soundbooth, nodding for him to keep going. She was more than a little startled when the headphones were yanked off of her head. She turned around and glared at Draco.
“What is wrong with you? Aside from all the things I can’t pronounce or spell,” she said, eyes narrowing dangerously.
“I looked all over the damn wizarding world for you yesterday. Where the hell were you?”
“Everywhere. You’ve seen the dear Gryffindor golden girl. She isn’t so golden most days. Hang on.” She punched a button on the soundboard that keyed her in to the booth. “Ian, take fifteen. Go grab some water or something and we’ll finish this then. Great job, by the way!”
“Thanks, Pans,” the young man in the booth said before exiting. He smiled at Pansy and nodded to Draco.
Draco waited five seconds after the door closed behind the other man. “What the hell was that all about?”
Pansy rolled her eyes. “You know that since I work as a musician and in a recording studio, I work with men most of the time. What’s got a bug up your bum today?”
“I’d like to know why the hell you demanded I have my father at the party tomorrow night?”
“Wouldn’t you just,” Pansy said, hitting the playback button and the room filled with music. “Hmm. Needs a tiny bit of work on the bass line there.”
“Pansy!” Draco growled, shutting the music off.
“Good gods, you’re in a mood today.”
“You put me there. Now, why did you want me to have my father . . . This has something to do with Granger, doesn’t it,” Draco said suspiciously.
“What makes you think that?”
“Past experience with you and your matchmaking. What the hell possessed you to think she and my father would be a good pairing?”
She grabbed him by the tie and started to drag him toward the door. “Come service me in the bathroom and I might tell you after you’ve finished.”
Draco let her lead him and sighed. “Why do I let you talk me into these things?”
“Because you’d be bored in 2.5 seconds with anyone else.”
***
Hermione sat at her desk with her head in her hands. She was probably going to have to find the counterspell for her hair, she thought. Every time she ran her hands through it in frustration it bounced back into ringlets. She’d had four comments and innumerable stares today. It was just ridiculous, she scoffed. You’d think the people at the Ministry had never seen someone with a new hairstyle before.
She knew what was coming after work tonight and wondered vaguely if the Arctic Circle would be a good place to hide from Pansy until she got the notion of clothes shopping out of her system. As a general rule she trusted Pansy’s judgment on clothing and such. Gods knew the other woman’s taste ran to the elegant and haute couture end of apparel. Even if being a musician meant she didn’t get to wear it often. Pansy was usually found in stage clothes.
Hermione supposed it was a good thing though, since she hadn’t bought a dress for the party the following evening. She didn’t want to go. Gods knew she had a thousand and one other things she could be doing but since Pansy’s group was performing for the party, she had been wrangled into it early on.
She had gone through the day in a half daze, still somewhat tired from the “pampering”. Who knew beauty treatments could be that bloody painful? But she had still managed to make all of her appointments as well as her rounds in both the Wizard and muggle worlds. Mostly she had tried to keep busy to avoid Lucius Malfoy. She had actually been quite successful in that endeavor until time to leave work came around.
She was just headed for the exit that was closest to her flat in muggle London when she heard a very familiar voice behind her.
“Well, I see you’re trying to catch a man the old fashioned way this time, Ms. Granger.”
She revolved slowly around, squelching the urge to punch the smirk off of his beautiful face.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Malfoy,” she said primly, sticking her nose in the air.
“I meant this,” he said, reaching forward and tugging on a curl.
She slapped his hand away impatiently. “I hardly think that’s any of your business. However, for your information, this was not my idea.”
“Oh? Then whom, may I ask decided you needed a makeover?”
“Again, that isn’t your business. Good day to you, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, spinning on her heel and stalking off.
Lucius watched her go with narrowed eyes. “Cissy, my darling, I think your portrait is going senile. That girl can barely tolerate my presence.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author\'s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is No Bed Of Roses by Lynch Mob.
You know all through the love an\'
Pain you keep me hanging on
You keep me hanging on
Pansy sat with her feet on the soundboard table, head bobbing to the music in the headset as she adjusted the treble and bass on the song. She glanced up and smiled at the young man in the soundbooth, nodding for him to keep going. She was more than a little startled when the headphones were yanked off of her head. She turned around and glared at Draco.
“What is wrong with you? Aside from all the things I can’t pronounce or spell,” she said, eyes narrowing dangerously.
“I looked all over the damn wizarding world for you yesterday. Where the hell were you?”
“Everywhere. You’ve seen the dear Gryffindor golden girl. She isn’t so golden most days. Hang on.” She punched a button on the soundboard that keyed her in to the booth. “Ian, take fifteen. Go grab some water or something and we’ll finish this then. Great job, by the way!”
“Thanks, Pans,” the young man in the booth said before exiting. He smiled at Pansy and nodded to Draco.
Draco waited five seconds after the door closed behind the other man. “What the hell was that all about?”
Pansy rolled her eyes. “You know that since I work as a musician and in a recording studio, I work with men most of the time. What’s got a bug up your bum today?”
“I’d like to know why the hell you demanded I have my father at the party tomorrow night?”
“Wouldn’t you just,” Pansy said, hitting the playback button and the room filled with music. “Hmm. Needs a tiny bit of work on the bass line there.”
“Pansy!” Draco growled, shutting the music off.
“Good gods, you’re in a mood today.”
“You put me there. Now, why did you want me to have my father . . . This has something to do with Granger, doesn’t it,” Draco said suspiciously.
“What makes you think that?”
“Past experience with you and your matchmaking. What the hell possessed you to think she and my father would be a good pairing?”
She grabbed him by the tie and started to drag him toward the door. “Come service me in the bathroom and I might tell you after you’ve finished.”
Draco let her lead him and sighed. “Why do I let you talk me into these things?”
“Because you’d be bored in 2.5 seconds with anyone else.”
***
Hermione sat at her desk with her head in her hands. She was probably going to have to find the counterspell for her hair, she thought. Every time she ran her hands through it in frustration it bounced back into ringlets. She’d had four comments and innumerable stares today. It was just ridiculous, she scoffed. You’d think the people at the Ministry had never seen someone with a new hairstyle before.
She knew what was coming after work tonight and wondered vaguely if the Arctic Circle would be a good place to hide from Pansy until she got the notion of clothes shopping out of her system. As a general rule she trusted Pansy’s judgment on clothing and such. Gods knew the other woman’s taste ran to the elegant and haute couture end of apparel. Even if being a musician meant she didn’t get to wear it often. Pansy was usually found in stage clothes.
Hermione supposed it was a good thing though, since she hadn’t bought a dress for the party the following evening. She didn’t want to go. Gods knew she had a thousand and one other things she could be doing but since Pansy’s group was performing for the party, she had been wrangled into it early on.
She had gone through the day in a half daze, still somewhat tired from the “pampering”. Who knew beauty treatments could be that bloody painful? But she had still managed to make all of her appointments as well as her rounds in both the Wizard and muggle worlds. Mostly she had tried to keep busy to avoid Lucius Malfoy. She had actually been quite successful in that endeavor until time to leave work came around.
She was just headed for the exit that was closest to her flat in muggle London when she heard a very familiar voice behind her.
“Well, I see you’re trying to catch a man the old fashioned way this time, Ms. Granger.”
She revolved slowly around, squelching the urge to punch the smirk off of his beautiful face.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Malfoy,” she said primly, sticking her nose in the air.
“I meant this,” he said, reaching forward and tugging on a curl.
She slapped his hand away impatiently. “I hardly think that’s any of your business. However, for your information, this was not my idea.”
“Oh? Then whom, may I ask decided you needed a makeover?”
“Again, that isn’t your business. Good day to you, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, spinning on her heel and stalking off.
Lucius watched her go with narrowed eyes. “Cissy, my darling, I think your portrait is going senile. That girl can barely tolerate my presence.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author\'s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is No Bed Of Roses by Lynch Mob.