True Love and Other Natural Disasters
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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12,045
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46
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I do not own Harry Potter that is J.K. Rowling's honor. Making no money, just enjoying writing.
Minor Mortifications
Sorry this has taken so long, everyone. I apologize for not updating this and some of my other stories sooner. It’s been a very long, very BAD few months and I\'ve not been able to even remotely think about being amusing. I do sincerely apologize. I will try to update more frequently as things are easing up somewhat. Thanks to everyone for your patience.
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Hermione had to admit that Pansy had good taste when it came to clothing even if the marathon shopping excursion had left her feeling rather like a wrung out dishrag. The dress she had picked out for the party was a gorgeous silvery grey color, cut in simple clean lines with just enough detailing to make it interesting. It was elegant and made Hermione feel beautiful wearing it. Which, as Pansy had said, was the whole point.
She had been greeted well going into the party. Everyone keeping their usual polite distance from her. Except for Draco, of all people. He had practically been glued to her side from the time she had walked in. Not terribly unusual since they often stood in a corner and lamented how boring these parties were. But he wasn’t really saying much to her at the moment and kept glaring at the stage.
She finally sighed in exasperation. “Draco, what is wrong with you?” Hermione asked.
He snorted inelegantly and pointed to the stage where everyone in the band was just starting to warm up. She immediately knew why he was in a bad mood. Every straight man in the room had suddenly come to attention or at least certain body parts had. Hermione shook her head and sighed. Only Pansy would wear black leather suspenders with leather shorts and nothing else. She silently prayed the other woman had a “no reveal” charm on those things otherwise Draco would go fully ballistic instead of only partially.
Draco charged toward the stage and Hermione smiled wryly. The fireworks from this round between he and Pansy should be epic at very least. A silencing charm instantly cut off whatever they were saying to each other but all one had to do was watch the body language to know it was bad.
She heard a heavy sigh very close to her ear and when she turned found herself practically nose to nose with the elder Malfoy.
“It might be wise to stand back a bit. Pansy looks as though she isn’t going to bother with a wand and plans to simply strangle him.”
“Or throw him bodily out the nearest window. If you’ll excuse me, I should put a stop to this before it starts in earnest,” Hermione said, starting toward the stage only to have her progress halted by Lucius’ hand on her arm.
“Leave them to it, Ms. Granger. It’s the way they communicate. Though gods know I don’t understand it,” he said, shaking his head.
Hermione had to concede that Lucius had a point. It really was the way they communicated. Pansy had probably worn the ensemble for the sole purpose of driving Draco insane.
“Certainly,” Hermione said. “You’ll excuse me, Mr. Malfoy.”
She walked away from him, feeling his eyes follow her the whole way across the room. She purposely lost herself in the crowd before ducking out the door to the Ladies room. She braced her hands on either side of the wash room sink and glared at herself in the mirror. Now she was reacting to Lucius Malfoy as though she was actually interested in him. She turned the water on, intending to splash some on her face when a voice behind her nearly scared her out of her wits.
“Hermione Granger don’t you dare mess up that make up I put on you,” Pansy said.
“Good gods, Pans, where did you come from?” Hermione said, putting a hand over her racing heart.
“My parents, originally. More recently, the other room.”
“You know what I meant,” Hermione said, glaring.
“Had to get away for a sec before I hexed Draco off the planet. Or at very least hexed his man panties to Tibet.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked exasperatedly at her friend. “You know you only wear things like that to wind him up.”
“That’s what makes it fun,” Pansy said, winking at her over one shoulder as she headed out the door. “By the way, I think luscious Lucius was looking for you earlier.”
“What on Earth for?” Hermione asked.
Pansy shrugged. “Maybe he wants to take you back to the manner and play hide the aristocratic sausage,” she suggested. “Or Master punishing the naughty French maid. Oh! I know! He wants you to cover him in chocolate sauce and pretend he’s a banana split!”
“Oh gods,” Hermione groaned, absolutely mortified at the images everything Pansy had suggested conjured up. Even more embarrassed by the fact she found them almost interesting enough to pursue.
Hermione’s dress: http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod80620006&parentId=cat9360743&masterId=cat9360733&index=37&cmCat=cat000000cat000001cat17740747cat000131cat9360733cat9360743
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Hermione had to admit that Pansy had good taste when it came to clothing even if the marathon shopping excursion had left her feeling rather like a wrung out dishrag. The dress she had picked out for the party was a gorgeous silvery grey color, cut in simple clean lines with just enough detailing to make it interesting. It was elegant and made Hermione feel beautiful wearing it. Which, as Pansy had said, was the whole point.
She had been greeted well going into the party. Everyone keeping their usual polite distance from her. Except for Draco, of all people. He had practically been glued to her side from the time she had walked in. Not terribly unusual since they often stood in a corner and lamented how boring these parties were. But he wasn’t really saying much to her at the moment and kept glaring at the stage.
She finally sighed in exasperation. “Draco, what is wrong with you?” Hermione asked.
He snorted inelegantly and pointed to the stage where everyone in the band was just starting to warm up. She immediately knew why he was in a bad mood. Every straight man in the room had suddenly come to attention or at least certain body parts had. Hermione shook her head and sighed. Only Pansy would wear black leather suspenders with leather shorts and nothing else. She silently prayed the other woman had a “no reveal” charm on those things otherwise Draco would go fully ballistic instead of only partially.
Draco charged toward the stage and Hermione smiled wryly. The fireworks from this round between he and Pansy should be epic at very least. A silencing charm instantly cut off whatever they were saying to each other but all one had to do was watch the body language to know it was bad.
She heard a heavy sigh very close to her ear and when she turned found herself practically nose to nose with the elder Malfoy.
“It might be wise to stand back a bit. Pansy looks as though she isn’t going to bother with a wand and plans to simply strangle him.”
“Or throw him bodily out the nearest window. If you’ll excuse me, I should put a stop to this before it starts in earnest,” Hermione said, starting toward the stage only to have her progress halted by Lucius’ hand on her arm.
“Leave them to it, Ms. Granger. It’s the way they communicate. Though gods know I don’t understand it,” he said, shaking his head.
Hermione had to concede that Lucius had a point. It really was the way they communicated. Pansy had probably worn the ensemble for the sole purpose of driving Draco insane.
“Certainly,” Hermione said. “You’ll excuse me, Mr. Malfoy.”
She walked away from him, feeling his eyes follow her the whole way across the room. She purposely lost herself in the crowd before ducking out the door to the Ladies room. She braced her hands on either side of the wash room sink and glared at herself in the mirror. Now she was reacting to Lucius Malfoy as though she was actually interested in him. She turned the water on, intending to splash some on her face when a voice behind her nearly scared her out of her wits.
“Hermione Granger don’t you dare mess up that make up I put on you,” Pansy said.
“Good gods, Pans, where did you come from?” Hermione said, putting a hand over her racing heart.
“My parents, originally. More recently, the other room.”
“You know what I meant,” Hermione said, glaring.
“Had to get away for a sec before I hexed Draco off the planet. Or at very least hexed his man panties to Tibet.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked exasperatedly at her friend. “You know you only wear things like that to wind him up.”
“That’s what makes it fun,” Pansy said, winking at her over one shoulder as she headed out the door. “By the way, I think luscious Lucius was looking for you earlier.”
“What on Earth for?” Hermione asked.
Pansy shrugged. “Maybe he wants to take you back to the manner and play hide the aristocratic sausage,” she suggested. “Or Master punishing the naughty French maid. Oh! I know! He wants you to cover him in chocolate sauce and pretend he’s a banana split!”
“Oh gods,” Hermione groaned, absolutely mortified at the images everything Pansy had suggested conjured up. Even more embarrassed by the fact she found them almost interesting enough to pursue.
Hermione’s dress: http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod80620006&parentId=cat9360743&masterId=cat9360733&index=37&cmCat=cat000000cat000001cat17740747cat000131cat9360733cat9360743