It's His Fault!
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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It's His Fault!
“This is all your fault Malfoy!”
“I think not Miss Granger. It was not I who went barreling after mere shadows.”
Hermione looked wistfully at her wand on the leaf strewn ground below her. One leg was pinned to chest, her knee painfully digging into the underside of her breast. The other dangling through the ropes of the large net that currently contained her and an irritatingly calm Lucius Malfoy; the sole reason she was out here.
Wiggling her arms out of a couple of openings, she sighed as circulation returned. She doubted Lucius could get to his wand as the snake head of his cane was doing it’s best to leave a permanent imprint in her ass. Turning her head she could make out the man’s knees around his ears and his arms sticking through the net just as hers were. Grabbing the net above her head she tried to pull herself up so that she could move Lucius’ cane to where he could get at it.
“Please stop moving around Miss Granger. I have no desire to have my waistcoat shredded by your bony vertebrae.” Lucius tried to get his legs underneath him but it wasn’t working.
“My back is not bony you half giant!” A sharp intake of breath was Lucius response. His height was always a sore spot between him and his ex-wife. And the bushy haired harpy knew it. “And what the hell are you doing wearing a waist coat in the middle of the night? You woke me at midnight, do you go to sleep fully dressed or something?”
“Or something.” He muttered. He let out a gasp of pain as a pointy elbow connected with his shoulder blade. “Miss Granger stop moving! We are in one of Voldemort’s old traps. I’m surprised it’s still here. Magic will not help us. I need to get to the top to get us down.”
“I could get up there easier then you can. I just need to brace myself against your back and I’m there. I know you have a knife somewhere on your person. I’ve seen you pull it out more then once.” Lucius sighed. Any self respecting wizard carried a blade on him somewhere. Even Arthur Weasley carried one. Lucius grunted as stars flashed before his eyes.
“Miss Granger you have a remarkably hard head considering that monstrosity you call hair.” He smirked at her outraged growl. “Since it’s a Death Eater trap only one with the Dark Mark can open it. Now if you excuse me” Lucius braced his feet on the ropes and shoved himself upwards. A shriek warmed his heart as Hermione was flattened into the old worn scratchy hemp. He debated warning her but her crack about his being half giant still stung. Reaching up he brushed his faded mark over a darkened area on the ropes. He hissed as the little sharp point embedded there drew blood. He counted to three and grinned as the trap gave way dumping Hermione several feet to the ground. He hoped his cane hit her in the head on its way down.
A/N: I know this isn't much but I made myself a vow to no longer post WIPs. Otherwise I'd have 8 half finished stories posted and nothing would get finished. I'd rather post a ton of one shots.
“I think not Miss Granger. It was not I who went barreling after mere shadows.”
Hermione looked wistfully at her wand on the leaf strewn ground below her. One leg was pinned to chest, her knee painfully digging into the underside of her breast. The other dangling through the ropes of the large net that currently contained her and an irritatingly calm Lucius Malfoy; the sole reason she was out here.
Wiggling her arms out of a couple of openings, she sighed as circulation returned. She doubted Lucius could get to his wand as the snake head of his cane was doing it’s best to leave a permanent imprint in her ass. Turning her head she could make out the man’s knees around his ears and his arms sticking through the net just as hers were. Grabbing the net above her head she tried to pull herself up so that she could move Lucius’ cane to where he could get at it.
“Please stop moving around Miss Granger. I have no desire to have my waistcoat shredded by your bony vertebrae.” Lucius tried to get his legs underneath him but it wasn’t working.
“My back is not bony you half giant!” A sharp intake of breath was Lucius response. His height was always a sore spot between him and his ex-wife. And the bushy haired harpy knew it. “And what the hell are you doing wearing a waist coat in the middle of the night? You woke me at midnight, do you go to sleep fully dressed or something?”
“Or something.” He muttered. He let out a gasp of pain as a pointy elbow connected with his shoulder blade. “Miss Granger stop moving! We are in one of Voldemort’s old traps. I’m surprised it’s still here. Magic will not help us. I need to get to the top to get us down.”
“I could get up there easier then you can. I just need to brace myself against your back and I’m there. I know you have a knife somewhere on your person. I’ve seen you pull it out more then once.” Lucius sighed. Any self respecting wizard carried a blade on him somewhere. Even Arthur Weasley carried one. Lucius grunted as stars flashed before his eyes.
“Miss Granger you have a remarkably hard head considering that monstrosity you call hair.” He smirked at her outraged growl. “Since it’s a Death Eater trap only one with the Dark Mark can open it. Now if you excuse me” Lucius braced his feet on the ropes and shoved himself upwards. A shriek warmed his heart as Hermione was flattened into the old worn scratchy hemp. He debated warning her but her crack about his being half giant still stung. Reaching up he brushed his faded mark over a darkened area on the ropes. He hissed as the little sharp point embedded there drew blood. He counted to three and grinned as the trap gave way dumping Hermione several feet to the ground. He hoped his cane hit her in the head on its way down.
A/N: I know this isn't much but I made myself a vow to no longer post WIPs. Otherwise I'd have 8 half finished stories posted and nothing would get finished. I'd rather post a ton of one shots.