Hidden in Plain Sight | By : Katay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 17098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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November 27th,
2017
Lucius strode through the halls of the Ministry, ready for
his lunch after a grueling few hours of meetings. Draco had agreed to meet him for lunch at a
new café in Diagon Alley, one of many meetings father and son had undertaken in
an effort to breach the gap of sixteen years.
Shifting his traveling coat from one arm to the other as he
juggled his cane and gloves, Lucius waited impatiently for the lift. He glanced
around, surveying his surroundings, years of war still taking their toll on his
reflexes. As the lift dinged its presence, he entered forcefully, making his
way through the crowded lift. After checking to ensure his level’s button was
pressed, he leaned up against a free corner of wall and closed his eyes
partially, hoping to ease the oncoming headache.
“Malfoy.” Well that
certainly wasn’t going to help. He inwardly groaned, recognizing the voice.
Opening his eyes and resisting the urge to pinch the bridge
of his nose, he nodded slightly to the speaker. “Potter.” He glanced to the left and fought harder
against that groan, “Weasley.”
Ron merely nodded his head and turned his attention back to
the papers in his hand, while Harry merely stared at Lucius.
“Yes?” The blonde asked mockingly, hoping to pull Harry out
of the stare.
“Nothing. Saw you and Hermione, together again, in the paper. Seems to be
happening a lot considering your ‘views’ on her genetics.” Harry smirked
lightly and Lucius rolled his eyes.
“Indeed. Well, perhaps you should ask your friend then, instead of bothering her coworker that is helping
her on a project, don’t you think, Potter?”
“I think you’re too
close to Hermione! That’s what I think!” Harry snarled softly, mindful of the crowded
car. “It’s a little strange to see someone with your prejudices attending to
her. Stay away from her.”
Lucius stepped forward slightly so that Harry was forced to
tilt his head up to keep him in view. “The only prejudiced one that I see here
is you, Potter,” he said simply. “And I believe your friend would take
exception to you dictating who she can and cannot see. Perhaps you need to open
your eyes a bit beyond your own immediate family.” With that, Lucius stepped
out of the now stopped lift and walked, robes billowing, into the stream of
Ministry goers.
Harry stood in the lift, a rather puzzled look straining his
face as he thought over Lucius’ parting words.
Ron’s ears were stained red and as Harry glanced over at
him, he was rather proud of the way the red head had kept quiet.
As they entered their shared office, Ron burst out, “He’s
such an arrogant bastard! I’d like nothing more than to take him down a peg!”
“I know Ron, but what did he mean, d’you think? I mean I
talk to you and Hermione all the time. I read the Prophet, and even just last
week we went out with the old DA crowd. I’m not that self-centered, am
I?” Harry asked softly.
Ron shook his head, “The man’s barmy, Harry. Everyone knows
that. He just wants to cause trouble. Don’t let him get to you, and I shouldn’t
either.” He glanced over at his desk and groaned, “I’ll never get through all
these raid reports; who cares if there’s a teapot that sings?!”
Harry snorted and then paused, thought a moment, and smirked
a look so reminiscent of the old Draco Malfoy that Ron did a double take. “What’s
up mate?”
“Ron, which former
Death Eater haven’t we raided?”
Ron thought for a moment, and then blinked. “Aren’t they all
in Azkaban?”
Harry sighed exasperatedly, “Most, but not all, Ron.
What man walked away with merely a fine, all because of his family?” Harry
growled at Ron’s blank expression. “Lucius Malfoy! Merlin, Ron, he’d be
perfect! We have to raid him sometime; he needs that smarmy smirk wiped right
off his Pureblooded face. Let’s do it now, when he’s least expecting it! We’ll
do it at night!” Harry was waving his arms excitedly and Ron was beginning to
grin.
“That might just work … we’ll have to clear it with Kings
and let Hermione know we can’t meet her for dinner.”
Harry nodded distractedly and waved Ron’s suggestions away. “Yeah,
yeah. You want to take care of that mate? I’m going to go plan out everything
we can do and look for.” He walked away hurriedly, leaving Ron at his desk.
As Ron turned back to his stack of papers, he could be heard
muttering, “Sure, Harry, I’ll do the dirty work for you! And since when are you
the tactician?” Ron continued to grumble as he scratched out a quick note to
Hermione and sent it on its way.
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