Rules and Regulations | By : tsorg Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 26009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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She stood up somewhat hesitantly. “Lucius, I don’t really have anything formal.”
“No, you don’t.” He agreed as he shuffled through the myriad of dark colors and voluminous robes.
“I think we will need to go to Diagon Alley.” He turned to look at her.
“Oh boy shopping,” her lips formed a small moue not at all happy with the prospect of a shopping expedition.
“Most women enjoy shopping, pet.” He was somewhat amused; it was as if she was being asked to walk into a lion’s den.
“I’m not most women.” She sniffed. All she could picture in her head was standing next to a beautiful Lucius in public and looking completely out of place while she heard snickering in the background. This was so not a good idea. She began to chew on her lower lip.
“Quite true and I couldn’t be more delighted with that fact.” He grasped her upper arms and pulled her towards him.
She slowly let herself sink against him then whispered against his chest, “Perhaps I shouldn’t go.”
“Don’t be absurd, of course you’ll go.” He tilted her chin up with his forefinger to look at her face. “Do you not want to be seen with me?” He kept his face expressionless as he felt the anxiety begin to build within him. It was possible, he thought, he was an ex death eater, an ex convict, a divorcee, he could feel his shoulders begin to slump.
“Of course not. I’m so pleased you asked me, Lucius. I just don’t do formal well.” She sighed.
Quite relieved, he pressed his lips against her forehead and murmured, “Fortunately, I do formal extremely well. You have nothing to worry about, pet.”
Lucius….” She began to argue.
“Hermione…” His voice resolute.
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In spite of her repeated demurrals, Lucius insisted on taking Hermione to Madame Malkin’s to pick out a gown for the wedding the morning of the wedding. He didn’t want to risk giving Hermione time to back out of the attire he had in mind for her. She was out of her comfort zone and literally dragging her feet as they entered into the dress shop. She was quickly escorted by Madame Malkin’s small assistant to a dais and found herself standing in nothing but her undergarments being measured by the tiny assistant. Madam Malkin and Lucius conferred on colors and patterns which were beginning to create a small mountain of color on a work table off to the side of the dais. Satisfied with his discussion with Madame Malkin, Lucius sat back in a large pink poufy chair, crossing his legs at the ankles ready to enjoy the impromptu fashion show and already enjoying a very scantily clad Hermione. He should have looked ridiculously out of place but managed to look incredibly masculine against the wash of pink and lace.
Lucius insisting she model each gown for him. Hermione spent the majority of her time blushing, mortified to have both he and Madam Malkin talk about her as if she wasn’t even there. Madam Malkin kept telling Hermione that her figure was perfect but Hermione couldn’t help but feel as if the woman was laughing at her.
The dress Lucius liked best was exceedingly feminine. It had a pleated Empire bodice and was a stretch-satin sheath dress with a flirty ruffle at the back hem. Surprisingly, it was a berry red. Hermione was quite sure that on a tall beautiful woman it would have been incredible. But it so wasn’t her, it was too vibrant, too form fitting. Hermione tried to explain to Lucius that dark colors and a looser pattern would suit her best but he said, “You look beautiful, Hermione. No more protests.” He turned to Madame Malkin signaling he would purchase it.
Hermione knew it was a mistake. She felt like she was trying to look like someone she obviously wasn’t. But the dress was wrapped and under Lucius’ arm before she had a chance to once again talk him out of the purchase. They were out on the streets of Diagon Alley and he discreetly led her towards a very upscale salon in the wizarding high district.
“Lucius, what are we doing here?” She asked him as she stood stalk still.
“You are indulging me, pet.” He murmured, “Come along.”
She let him lead her into the salon where she was greeted by a perky blonde receptionist who cooed over both of them as she escorted them to a tall, thin, slightly balding wizard dressed impeccably. Lucius and the man clasped hands smiling at one another, “Hello Nigel.” Nigel turned his head to look at Hermione.
“Lucius, who have you brought me?”
“Hermione Granger, Nigel.” Lucius came over to stand next to Hermione and pressed his hand to the small of her back.
Lucius smiled, “Hermione, this is Nigel Cole, a business partner an old friend.”
“The Hermione Granger?” Nigel asked his eyes wide with delight. “An honor Miss Granger. Truly!”
“Just Hermione, Mr. Cole.” Hermione whispered feeling vastly out of her league pink staining her cheeks at the attention she was receiving from both men.
Nigel smiled then patted her hand and said, “Just Nigel for me too, luv.” Nigel stepped back and looked at Hermione with a jaded eye, “Aren’t you lovely?” He exclaimed.
Hermione kept her mouth shut but rolled her eyes in silent disagreement. Nigel began walking around her, tsking to himself. “No, this won’t do at all.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her over to one of the salon chairs, sitting her down by placing his hands on the top of her shoulders. Once seated, he spun the chair to face the mirrored wall and began to deftly pull the pins from her hair. He ran his fingers through the curly locks, lightly massaging her scalp. “It’s a sin to mask these lovely curls, luv.”
“More bush than curls,” Hermione murmured.
“Hush. It’s quite lovely, just a small matter of conditioning.” He admonished her as he tugged at her curls. He pulled out his wand and began to work his magic.
Several hours flew by and he helped her to stand up from the chair and made her twirl around once for him as he eyed her up and down. You look luscious.” He proclaimed and he took her hand and led her back to where Lucius waited.
Lucius took her hand from Nigel’s and pulled her towards him. “Beautiful.” His voice flowed over her like melted chocolate. Hermione shivered slightly and could feel her nipples peak painfully underneath her robes.
Nigel looked at Hermione, “You’ve got such a sweet face, great bone structure. You needed a style to frame your lovely face to best advantage.
Hermione hated the new look. She didn’t want to frame her face; the smooth curls were pretty but somehow only emphasized the plainness of her face. When Nigel turned her to the mirror she felt she was a pathetic duckling trying to pass for some pretty vivacious witch that she knew she just wasn’t. She pretended to like what had been done to her but couldn’t wait to get back to her rooms so she could try and undo the last two hours of work...
“We haven’t much time. We need to apparate back to the castle.” Lucius thanked Nigel and pulled Hermione’s hand through the crook of his arm leading her to the disapparation point. Once they were back at the castle, he handed the packaged gown to her, “Go put on your dress, I’ll meet you back at your rooms in an hour and we will floo to the manor.”
“But…”
He bent his head and kissed her firmly, catching her off guard. One hand came up to cup the back of her head, while his free hand rested gently at her waist. He didn’t try to pull her towards him. He just kissed her, nibbling on her lips until her lips parted. Goddess, she tasted so sweet he thought, barely managing to control himself as he pulled back to look down at her.
Hermione dazed and flushed melted into him. He brought his fingers up to caress her cheek as he broke the kiss and pulled away from her. “You’ve now got fifty minutes.” He opened the door to her rooms then pushed her through the doorway.
Hermione put the dress on half a dozen times then rummaged through her closet desperate to find something else to wear. She needed something much more sensible. She pulled out a shapeless navy blue frock then rushed into the bathroom to attack her hair.
She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror trying to pull her hair back into a sensible bun but the damn curls wouldn’t stay pulled back. They kept falling around her face into artful disarray. That damn stylist had done something to it; she couldn’t get the curls to flatten down at all. Frustrated she stepped back half laughing and half crying at her repeated attempts to tame the mass of curls. She took a deep breath then smoothed down her dark robes. At least the clothes were what she was used to. She couldn’t bring herself to put on the lovely dress one more time. She heard the knock on her door and flung down her brush deciding she was done wrestling with her hair.
Lucius stepped into her rooms looking amazing in his formal wizarding robes as she walked out of the bathroom. Lucius lifted one platinum brow as he looked Hermione over. She was wearing a shapeless dark blue shift with dark navy blue low heeled pumps.
He gave a slight shake of his head then stepped over to the chaise next to the fireplace and sat down. He crossed his long legs and leaned back. “I’ll wait.”
“Huh? For what?” Hermione tried for insouciance and failed miserably, she knew exactly what he meant.
“You know what.” Giving her a no nonsense look.
“Lucius, I’m so sorry but I tore the dress by accident when I was putting it on. I’m terribly sorry but the dress is ruined.”
“Better hurry, pet, Severus expects us there shortly and if you make me wait much longer, I’ll dress you myself.”
Steeling herself for amused whispers if not outright laughter she would receive at this wedding, Hermione gave a little huff then picked up the dress and went into the bathroom to slip the lovely gown back on.
When she came out Lucius stood up and smiled down at her, “You are exquisite.” He took hold of both her hands in his and raised them to his lips. He turned her hands over and kissed each palm in turn then he pulled out a flat, square, black velvet box.
“Lucius?” she asked in surprise.
He smiled as he opened the box, and on the black satin laid a choker – a beautiful platinum and gold choker. In the center was a sparkling diamond heart pendant.
“It's beautiful,” she whispered, reaching out to run her finger across the heart.
“It will look beautiful on you; I have a key that opens it.” Lucius drew out a fine platinum chain hanging from his neck, underneath his robes.
On the end of the chain was a tiny platinum key that would fit into the lock at the back of the diamond pendant. He used the tiny key to open the choker then signaled her to turn around. She did as he silently instructed and turned so her back was to him. She lifted her hair up off her shoulders. He leaned over her and set the necklace around her neck, using the key to lock it in place. She turned back to look up at him.
“Lovely,” he said huskily, as he cupped her face with the palms of his hands. He then stepped back and held up a cape and draped it over her, the soft velvet settled sensuously around her shoulders.
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And off to the wedding they went…
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