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The New Year's Mistletoe Mishap	By : ShilohDarke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 6841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The New Year’s Mistletoe Mishap

If anyone had seen it coming, then they would have warned them. But not all mishaps are foreseeable. No, not all fates can be foretold. Many times in the past, such things have been proven.

No one could have foreseen the tragedy that befell Harry Potter’s parents. No one would have guessed the boy would survive such an attack, either. Then, time and time again, unforeseeable things took place. Throughout the trio’s lives, there were more times than could be counted where things no one believed could happen, did.

But all those things are in the past. Yes, Foreseeable things happened as well. Harry married Ginny. Hermione married Ron. Everyone knew those things would happen. They even had immensely bright and magically talented children. Those things, once again, were completely foreseeable.

But no one would have foreseen the past year’s series of events. Harry and Ginny were still happily married and they had an extremely wonderful life; just like everyone believed they would.

Ron and Hermione were not so lucky. The year after their children first went into Hogwarts, Ron began feeling like his life was unfulfilled. He wanted to travel. He wanted to search out a new adventure. He informed Hermione that although he would always love her, he was no longer in love with her.

And that was the end to a relationship which had lasted over thirty years. Suddenly, the man Hermione had sworn her endless love to, no longer had any use for her. She was quite distraught. The entire year had been miserable. She had tried to throw herself into her work at the Ministry, but to no avail. No matter how hard she tried, she slipped further and further into depression.

That Christmas was a tragedy. She did the best she could to put on a good show for her children when they came home for the Holiday. Although they loved their mother and did not blame her for their Father’s folly, they could not bear to see her sadness. With hugs and kisses, they bid her farewell and departed back to school early.

Ginny and Luna had also endured Hermione’s misery for about as long as they could stand it. Finally, the only two girlfriends she really had decided it was time to intervene.

It is here where our story begins. It is a rather humorous one, if you can get past all the depressing beginnings. . .

Hermione stood against the wall at Malfoy Manor rather uncomfortable. For the millionth time, she asked herself how she let them talk her into coming here. Luna of all people knew what had happened here. Bugger the brat, she’d been here too! She knew full well what had happened to her.

It was bad enough they had dragged her here. But now, they had deserted her. Luna was dancing with Neville, as was Ginny with Harry. She knew they had meant well, but the truth was nothing served to make her feel more like a fifth wheel than being here, watching the couples dancing while she had nothing better to do than to stand against the wall and watch.

“You aren’t enjoying yourself, Mrs. Weasley?” Malfoy’s voice cut through her thoughts. Jumping at the unwelcome intrusion, Hermione swung toward the voice and beheld none other than Lucius Malfoy. She tried to offer him a brilliant smile, but the truth was she hadn’t felt brilliant in the past year.

She shook her head in denial. “I love it, Mr. Malfoy. You’ve really outdone yourself. I daresay your party is a success.”

The New Year’s party was indeed very nice. Lucius Malfoy had spared no expense. Of course, Hermione reminded herself, he always went all out. Every year since the final battle, he had gone out of his way to prove to the Magical Community he was no longer a pureblooded git.

Hermione knew it was because after the dust had cleared, Narcissa had divorced him. Rumor had it she had told him she could no longer stand the sight of him. It had been his fault her son had nearly died. Now, she mused, he was no longer a Pureblood prat. No, now he was a single millionaire who was trying desperately to reinvent himself.

She had spoken the lie as smoothly as she could. She even worked very hard to keep eye contact with him as she spoke, hoping it would help to keep him from seeing the truth. She held his gaze with the fierce determination of any warrior.

It would have even worked. If it had not been for the single tear that fought its way free and slid ever so subtly down her cheek. It gave the pain away to him easily. She recognized the moment he saw through her farce and would have turned and fled from his side immediately if it had not been for his hand reaching out and taking hold of hers.

She was stunned by the warmth of his skin touching hers and gasped at the shock of it. He drew her to his side and wrapped the other arm around her waist, pulling her into the dance. She started to resist but stopped when he hummed softly in her ear. “Now, now, pet. Let me help you keep the others from seeing your tears.”

At his words, she relaxed and tried to give the appearance of someone who was enjoying herself; not that she thought she would ever truly enjoy herself again. No, Ron had ruined any chances she had of a happy life.

“Deep breaths, Ms. Granger; you don’t mind if I revert to your maiden name, do you? I don’t believe you should have to keep the name of a man who so easily deserted you after all the two of you have been through.” His words made her breath hitch even more in her throat and she had to take a few deep breaths as she pondered, why is he being so nice?

She let him guide her through the steps of the dance but didn’t respond to his question. Instead, she looked away from him and focused on some point over his shoulder. He seemed to understand the pain she felt and didn’t push her to answer it.

As they continued to dance, he was silent. He didn’t try to force the issue or make her any more uncomfortable than she already was. Her eyes closed and he watched her. He could completely sympathize with the way she felt. Narcissa had been the only woman he’d ever loved. When she left him, she might as well have torn his heart from his chest and stomped it into tiny mutilated pieces for all the pain he’d felt.

Suddenly, he wanted very much to help Hermione not be a victim of a broken heart as he had. Tightening his hold on her, he whispered in her ear. “Tell me what I can do to make this easier for you. What do you need right now?”

Her eyes had still been closed but at his words they opened and her cinnamon gaze found his silver one. She shrugged and chuckled in a humorless way. “Is there any place away from all these eyes? I can feel them staring at me; pitying me and it just makes this whole thing harder!”

Of course, when she spoke, she didn’t mean for him to do anything. She hadn’t believed there was anything he could do. But he surprised her by again gripping her hand and pulling her from the dance floor and out of the Ballroom.

Bewildered, she didn’t even think to resist as he led her to a small study, with a cozy fire burning in the hearth and a couch sitting before it. When he closed the doors to afford them some semblance of privacy, she regarded him with raised eyebrows.

Seeing her expression, he stared. “I assure you, Ms. Granger, I only mean to give you a respite from all the eyes.” He actually looked sincere to her. Slowly, he moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch from her. “I actually have quite a bit of empathy for your emotions, my dear.”

He reached for the brandy snifter on the table before them and poured them each a glass. Handing one to her, he offered, “I’ve had my heart broken as well. Please believe me when I say; I understand your pain; even if I did deserve mine.”

Something in Hermione’s nature made her shake her head. “Mr. Malfoy, you tried to make amends for your trespasses. I do not believe, under those circumstances you deserved such a punishment from your wife.” She sipped her drink and offered with a sigh, “If you had not been truly repentant for your mistaken loyalty, then maybe she would have been justified, but . . .”

She offered him a gentle smile with her words and Lucius felt a stitch in his heart. It had been so long since any woman had looked upon him in a kind way, he had almost forgotten what it felt like.

Now, that isn’t to say that women didn’t look at him. Of course they looked. They’d have to be blind not to partake of his platinum beauty. But that was exactly the point. They were plenty interested in him as a lover, or a pleasant way to pass a few evenings, but none of these women looked at him as a potential partner.

Lucius was not a man who really needed many things. But one thing he had always thrived on having was the partnership of his wife. He had enjoyed being needed by her as well as needing her. When she divorced him, she left him bereft and crippled in a sense.

He didn’t truly believe Hermione would entertain the idea of that kind of relationship with him. Where he had been divorced for nigh twenty years now, she had only separated from her husband mere months ago. But the passing thought did bring a small smile to his lips.

He sat back, determined to simply enjoy the witch’s company for a time. He knew nothing would come of it, but the truth was, it had been so long since he had just been able to enjoy truly good companionship, he felt like a thirsty man offered a drink of fresh cool water after being stuck in a desert for an ungodly amount of time.

For a long while they sat there, sharing a drink and watching the fire burn down to embers. Lucius enjoyed making Hermione smile. When she laughed at one of his jokes, she then caught herself and stared at him in wonder. “It’s been so long, I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to laugh.”

He couldn’t stop himself when he reached out and captured her hand. His eyes held hers as he spoke. “You dearly deserve happiness, my dear. Do not let Ronald Weasley’s stupidity steal it from you.”

Hermione stared at him in silence for a few moments. He knew he had been much too forward but he did not regret his words. Reluctantly, he released her. “Forgive me. I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

She clasped her hands together and started to rise. “I’m sorry. I have to go. I shouldn’t have come here tonight.” But even as she spoke, she found herself unable to stand. An invisible force seemed to hold her pinned to the seat.

After several tries, she turned to stare at Lucius, who was watching her with a vague look of confusion. Her eyebrow lifted and she spoke in a soft voice. “Mr. Malfoy, it would seem your couch is holding me hostage. I gather from your expression, you did not know this would happen?”

He looked from her to the couch. “I promise you, I have no idea what is going on.” With those words, he made to rise, only to find himself in the same predicament. Try as he might, he couldn’t pull free of the furniture.

Finally, looking back at her, he shrugged. “I honestly am at a loss.”

With a sigh, she turned and looked around. “Perhaps it isn’t the couch itself. Is there anything here that isn’t normally?”

Lucius began looking around. I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Everything is as it always i--.” Suddenly, he fell silent as he looked up.

Almost dreading what she was going to find, Hermione’s gaze followed his. There, hanging from the chandelier was a small, piece of greenery that could be easily overlooked. At that moment, they both muttered, “Enchanted Mistletoe.”

Hermione looked back at him with a seething look. “You planned this!” She felt like a fool. She had often heard how Malfoy had become a rake. Young women often whispered of how he lured them into his arms. She knew he had gained quite the reputation. She had just never considered that he might try to add her to his lists of conquests.

For once in his life, Lucius Malfoy was embarrassed and miserable. “I didn’t! I swear it to you! You must believe me. I never intended--.” He lost his train of thought when she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek and tried to rise. He watched as she fought the hold of the mistletoe helplessly. “Ms. Granger, I’m so sorry. I didn’t plan this.”

Right! She thought angrily. This is exactly the sort of sordid, disgusting thing you would do! Furious, she turned and growled at him, “Just tell me what we have to do to get out of it! A kiss on the cheek doesn’t work, so what must I do? Snog you silly?”

Lucius blanched. Not because he was embarrassed at the idea of kissing Hermione, as she said, silly, but because the very thought of it sent fire shooting straight to his loins. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to the mistletoe. “I’m very afraid, my dear Ms. Granger, that is exactly what we shall have to do.”

He hated this moment. He hated that she thought he had done this on purpose. The old Malfoy would have taunted and teased her relentlessly about the entire predicament. But the new Lucius wanted her to want to share the intimacy with him, not dread it and hate him for it. He was tired of being hated.

Hermione Granger took a steadying breath and released it in a frustrated sigh. “Very well, let’s get it over with, shall we?”

Before he even had time to ponder her words, the witch had climbed into his lap and was kissing him in an almost violent fashion. He could feel her pain and emotion in the core of it and he wanted to sooth all of it from her.

Slowly, his hands moved around her, cradling her closer, as he used the gentleness of his lips and tongue to demand she slow down. At first, she resisted, seeming to become even more brutal, but when he remained tender, her shoulders sagged and she sobbed brokenly.

Using the lapse in her touch as incentive, Lucius, traced her face softly, and pressed his lips to hers in a questioning way. When her mouth opened again, his tongue slid in and traced the contours of hers before he pulled her tighter to him.

What had begun as a violent, angry battle of wills turned into a gentle moment Hermione had not felt with anyone. Not even her fickle husband. She found herself grasping at Lucius like a life-vest. His kiss was so sweet and his hands moved in soothing circles over her back before stroking the hair that fell in russet ringlets down her back.

The passion began to build and she soon found she couldn’t get close enough., her hips tilted and Lucius gasped as he felt the graze of the apex of her thighs against his erection.

Hermione felt it too. It was the feel of his rigid length that forced her common sense back at the forefront. As if she had been scalded by fire, she scrambled off his lap and away from the couch.

Immediately he was off the couch and pursuing her. It had been so long since he had felt such an intense emotion. He could not let it slip away. He would not. With purpose he moved closer until her hands coming up in a gesture to fend him off made his senses return.

Gulping down deep breaths of oxygen, Hermione shook her head. “I’m s-s-so sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I don’t know what came over me.” She backed toward the door even as she spoke. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Lucius was staring at her with those beautiful eyes so filled with passion it took every ounce of energy she had not to close the distance between them and finish what they had started. Her body was crying out for her to do just that even as her brain was screaming Ronald’s name over and over in her head.

Her hand closed over the doorknob and she turned it. “Forgive me. I can’t do this.” She hated the truth of the words. She didn’t want to leave this man. He had made her feel something again and she wanted to stay. But more than that, she wanted to no longer be tied to one man whilst she felt passion with and for another.

Casting a quick, wandless glamor to hide the evidence of their improper moment, Hermione then gave a bemused Lucius a radiant smile. “Good evening, Lucius.” Her use of his given name made his heart stutter. “Thank you for making me feel something besides numb.” She seemed to search for the right words for a moment, then added. “It was actually a very welcome surprise.”

He watched her exit the room gracefully, leaving him a stimulated mess. His cock throbbed, his head ached and he wanted that witch so badly he very nearly chased behind her to catch her before she could vanish from his side.

It took him a few more minutes to make himself look presentable. When he finally left the study, he missed the two sets of eyes who peeped around the bookshelf. They watched as the door closed behind him before stepping out from their hiding place.

To smiling witches looked at each other with happy smiles before a third party joined them. “I sincerely hope I do not live to regret this.” A male voice filled the room.

Ginny was the first to address him. “Draco, you said yourself he’s as miserable as she is! They both need this.”

Luna looked from both of them to the mistletoe. Lifting her hand she called the enchanted mistletoe down to her. “Thank you, Miss tle-Love-Bringing-us. We appreciate your help in this situation.”

A soft tinkling sound emitted from the Mistletoe before it vanished and Luna smiled. “She said it was her pleasure.” Looking to Draco and Ginny, her smile grew. “Now, let’s just hope our little love spell worked.”
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