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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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9,984
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47
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Perfectly Strange
Sorry this has taken a small forever and it’s so short.
To answer Acidqueen’s question from forever ago about the Deep Purple song. It’s from Masters and Slaves when Joe Lynn Turner did a short stint with them as their lead singer in the 80’s.
***
I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day
Severus was laughing at him. Again. He could hear him snorting even though his head was buried under a mound of pillows that would have done a Sultan of old proud. He did not need this just now. Not when he felt worse than he had in all of his adult life.
“Stop being a drama king, Lucius. You can’t be that ill.”
Lucius whipped the pillows off of his head to glare at his friend. He immediately regretted it as the dizziness kicked in and sent the room spinning.
“Sweet gods, Lucius, you look like you’ve been on a week long bender.”
“Oh, just die, you great bat!” Lucius snarled, throwing a used tissue at Snape. It went sailing right through him but that was beside the point.
“Too late. Been there, done that. Can’t say I cared for it though.”
“Do shut up, Severus.”
Another bark of laughter followed that request. “As though that is going to happen. Really, Lucius, this is getting beyond silly. You let her give you the flu for goddess’ sake.”
“I hardly think illness is any respecter of persons.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “Just tell the annoying little chit and be done with it.”
“She isn’t annoying, Severus. Never speak like that about her a . . . ah . . . achoo!”
“Fine. I’ll not sneeze about her.”
***
Hermione was pacing back and forth in her living room while Ginny watched.
“Really, Mione, if you’re trying to wear a path in the carpet it should be happening very soon,” Ginny said, sounding amused.
“Huh? Oh, sorry,” she said before sitting down in the chair across from her friend.
“Don’t be. Now, what’s on your mind that has you acting so oddly? Does it have something to do with luscious Lucius?”
“Ginny!”
“Oh, please. I’m married, not dead. He is amazing to look at.”
“Yes, I suppose he is that.”
“Mmmhmm. So, what’s the problem?”
“What do you mean?”
“You want him, he obviously wants you. What’s the problem?”
Hermione sat and stared at her friend as though all of her mental capabilities had flown over the cuckoos nest. “This is Lucius Malfoy we’re talking about. Deatheater, Slytherin bastard king extraordinaire, all around dangerous individual.”
“Former Deatheater, etc, etc,” Ginny said, getting up from her seat and going over to Hermione’s coat closet. She grabbed Hermione’s coat and threw it at her. “Go get him.”
“Ginny!”
“Don’t Ginny me. He’s smart, he’s hot and he’s an all around damn good match for you. So, move your bum and go get him!”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is Perfect Strangers by Deep Purple.
To answer Acidqueen’s question from forever ago about the Deep Purple song. It’s from Masters and Slaves when Joe Lynn Turner did a short stint with them as their lead singer in the 80’s.
***
I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day
Severus was laughing at him. Again. He could hear him snorting even though his head was buried under a mound of pillows that would have done a Sultan of old proud. He did not need this just now. Not when he felt worse than he had in all of his adult life.
“Stop being a drama king, Lucius. You can’t be that ill.”
Lucius whipped the pillows off of his head to glare at his friend. He immediately regretted it as the dizziness kicked in and sent the room spinning.
“Sweet gods, Lucius, you look like you’ve been on a week long bender.”
“Oh, just die, you great bat!” Lucius snarled, throwing a used tissue at Snape. It went sailing right through him but that was beside the point.
“Too late. Been there, done that. Can’t say I cared for it though.”
“Do shut up, Severus.”
Another bark of laughter followed that request. “As though that is going to happen. Really, Lucius, this is getting beyond silly. You let her give you the flu for goddess’ sake.”
“I hardly think illness is any respecter of persons.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “Just tell the annoying little chit and be done with it.”
“She isn’t annoying, Severus. Never speak like that about her a . . . ah . . . achoo!”
“Fine. I’ll not sneeze about her.”
***
Hermione was pacing back and forth in her living room while Ginny watched.
“Really, Mione, if you’re trying to wear a path in the carpet it should be happening very soon,” Ginny said, sounding amused.
“Huh? Oh, sorry,” she said before sitting down in the chair across from her friend.
“Don’t be. Now, what’s on your mind that has you acting so oddly? Does it have something to do with luscious Lucius?”
“Ginny!”
“Oh, please. I’m married, not dead. He is amazing to look at.”
“Yes, I suppose he is that.”
“Mmmhmm. So, what’s the problem?”
“What do you mean?”
“You want him, he obviously wants you. What’s the problem?”
Hermione sat and stared at her friend as though all of her mental capabilities had flown over the cuckoos nest. “This is Lucius Malfoy we’re talking about. Deatheater, Slytherin bastard king extraordinaire, all around dangerous individual.”
“Former Deatheater, etc, etc,” Ginny said, getting up from her seat and going over to Hermione’s coat closet. She grabbed Hermione’s coat and threw it at her. “Go get him.”
“Ginny!”
“Don’t Ginny me. He’s smart, he’s hot and he’s an all around damn good match for you. So, move your bum and go get him!”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is Perfect Strangers by Deep Purple.