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My Best Friend's Father	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 24064 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author's Note:
Whew! It's been a crazy day, but I still managed to finish part 2 of the lounge scene on schedule! This was really fun to write, although I did get teary eyed writing a portion of it. I promised myself that I would get at least one Chapter out for When Duty Calls and Bad Romance by the end of this week. That being said, my muse for this story seems quite comfy so no worries!
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Sailorgemini- See, I told you I wouldn't leave you hanging long! Don't worry, our favorite surly potions master will make his appearance and shake things up a bit in chapter 6 or 7 ;-) Thank you so very much for all your commentary and kind words! I'm thrilled you enjoy this story so much, and I hope I don't let you down!
Thank you to everyone out there reading this! Even if you're silent, it still mean a great deal to me =)
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He gently pushed a curl behind her ear, trailing his fingers down her jaw line, and resting them right under her chin, gently tipping her head back. Her eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to gently brush his lips against her cheek. "You're welcome." Lucius said softly searching her eyes before pulling away awkwardly.
Ginny inched over to Draco. "I'm going to slap your father for that." She mumbled under her breath. "Oh the night is still young, Honey." He giggled before running off to the bar.
"We need 6 shot glasses and a bottle of fire whiskey, please." He said to the barmaid with a smile. "Coming right up!" She beamed up at him.
A generic pop song filtered through the speakers as the party made its way back to the table. They took their seats as a waiter appeared with Draco’s requested glasses and liquor.
“Thank you, love.” He said filling each glass and passing them around. Lucius raised his eyebrows as the young blond wizard stood with his glass in hand.
“I’d like to make a toast to friends!” He smiled brightly raising his glass. “To friends!” The group echoed throwing back the amber liquid. Hermione and Lucius laughed as their table mates grimaced at the bitter taste.
Ginny shuddered and laughed along before standing up to pour more shots. “To tolerating this disgusting liquid to appease my sailor of a best friend!” Everyone raised their glasses laughing before downing their shots; another wave of screwed up faces gracing the circle.
Hermione leaned into Lucius, laughing so hard she was almost crying. He wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer with a chuckle. Ginny and Draco exchanged excited smiles nearly bouncing out of their seats at the couple’s display. The paparazzi clicked away, capturing the moment.
“I am so done!” Draco giggled. “Oh my gods, this is disgusting!” He pushed the bottle away with a dramatic shiver.
"I second that." Ginny said making a face. Harry grumbled in agreement.
"Oh, you guys are no fun." Hermione shook her head smiling. Lucius glanced over at the young witch with a grin. Her carefree happiness was contagious. His arm tightened around her waist subconsciously. Hermione nestled closer into his side with a content sigh, surprising herself. Never had she felt as safe as she did in that moment cuddled into Lucius' side. Maybe this ministry appointed marriage wouldn't be that bad.
The familiar tune of "It was a Very Good Year" by Frank Sinatra filled the lounge. Lucius stood up taking Hermione's hand. "May I have this dance?" He purred. She smiled as he led her to the dance floor, pulling her close and moving gracefully about the floor.
"When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights." Lucius' rich baritone voice sung along in her ear.
She pulled back in surprise. "You listen to muggle music?" He smirked. "Only by those with true musical talent." She smiled back and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I'm very sorry about this morning." He began twirling them around the dance floor. "It was very inappropriate and not entirely your fault."
"Don't worry about it." She whispered against his shoulder. "We were both a little out of line."
Lucius spun her elegantly as a short instrumental played. "I don't think I've ever thanked you properly for everything you've done for Draco... and me." He said bringing her back into him gently. "You were the only Healer in St Mungo's who treated Narcissa like a person."
He paused briefly. "She spoke so fondly of you every time Draco and I came to visit. When her final days came you were the one that sat with her, helped her dress and charm her appearance to make her feel more like herself, and even redecorated her room to make it feel like home.”
“You don’t need to thank me.” She whispered leaning back to look at him. “It was an honor, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Lucius.” He corrected her with a smile. “Even after she passed you were so good to us.” He continued, moving a hand to brush another rogue curl from her face. “The media was brutal, but you still came by almost every day to check in on us, and even fought back when the tabloids got wind of Draco’s coming out. I’m forever in your debt.”
”But now the days grow short, I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs” Sinatra crooned.
Hermione leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. “It was well worth it.” She whispered pulling back to lightly brush her nose to his.
Lucius was so moved by her words, he didn’t even register his face moving in and his lips pressing gently to hers. Her arms moved up to encircle his neck, slowly moving her lips against his. Hermione could hear the blood pulsing in her ears as his arms pulled her tighter against his hard body. Camera flashes flooded the dance floor.
“Marry me.” He whispered against her lips. Her heart skipped a beat and she smiled against his mouth. He pulled back, and took a small black velvet box from his pocket.
Ginny and Draco squealed in unison as Lucius got down on bended knee. “Miss Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Oh my gods, yes!” Draco shrieked jumping up and down with tears streaming down his cheeks. Everyone turned to the excited blond wizard with confusion. “Sorry.” He mumbled turning red. Ginny elbowed him in the ribs with a chuckle.
Hermione let out a soft laugh and looked back down to the handsome wizard before her. “Of course.” She breathed. Lucius slid the delicate platinum ring on her finger. A large emerald gleamed in the center of it with small twinkling diamonds accenting the sides of the setting. It sparkled brightly under the near constant flashes from the paparazzi.
“It was a mess of good years…” They song faded to an end.
Lucius stood and pulled the young beaming witch into a tight hug, giving her a gentle lingering kiss. Draco scooped Hermione up the moment the couple parted, swinging her around with a loud high pitched laugh.
“Okay okay!” Ginny giggled pulling Hermione out of his grasp. “This calls for a drink!”
Lucius grabbed Hermione’s hand with a boyish grin and shoved his way through the crowd towards the bar. He felt like a young man completely smitten with the girl holding his hand, momentarily forgetting his typical regal persona. She followed him in a fit of giggles with her hair flowing out behind her.
“To my beautiful fiancé!” He began loudly as shots were distributed about the entire crowd. “For continuously amazing me with your generosity and love.” He looked down gazing into her eyes. “I hope I can make you as happy as you have made me these past couple of years. Tonight, I am the luckiest man alive.”
She tilted her head up receiving a quick tender kiss. The crowd broke out into cheers before everyone threw back their shots in unison.
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“Really?” Hermione laughed at Draco as he stumbled into a wall almost taking her down with him. “Someone can’t hold their liquor.” She teased as he made a half hearted attempt to swat at her.
“Just let me die here!” He wailed dramatically.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy, if you don’t get up I will kick you all the way up the stairs.” She said trying to make herself sound stern, but failing miserably.
“Go away.” He wept. Hermione shook her head and helped him back to his feet. She swayed into a wall trying to move under his weight.
“I’ve got it.” Lucius drawled from behind her. He picked up his drunken son with ease and placed him on the couch. Hermione followed behind and began to pull off Draco’s shoes as was settled on the couch.
Lucius stood back in awe as the small witch moved about gently removing the young wizard’s shirt and socks before using her wand to summon a pillow and blankets. Once she was satisfied with Draco’s sleeping situation, she leaned down and brushed the hair out of his face tenderly. A gentle snore rose from his chest as she stepped away shaking her head with a smile.
“You are much too kind.” Lucius whispered. “He would do the same for me.” She replied turning back to him, biting her lower lip nervously at his intense gaze. The sudden pain in her toes from the heels hit her and she groaned plopping down into the nearest chair.
“I won’t mind if you want to stay in here with Draco tonight.” He said softly. She pried the offending shoes from her feet and gave him a sweet smile.
“Thank you, but you were right. Sleeping in the same room as my future husband’s son is a bit odd, let alone wearing his…” She trailed off running her hands through her hair in irritation. “He didn’t bring a bag from my house did he?” She asked Lucius absently rubbing her feet.
“I don’t believe so.”
“Shit.” She mumbled under her breath. Lucius chuckled and took her hand. “I’ll lend you something for the night. Are you sure you don't want to stay down here tonight?"
A loud snore ripped through Draco's chest. "There's no way I'd get any sleeping down in here." She laughed softly.
"You could always stay in the guest bedroom by Draco's room. I'd offer my room, but I'm fairly certain not much sleeping would be done." Hermione arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his last statement.
"I toss and turn quite frequently. I doubt you would be able to sleep through that." He countered quickly.
"Nice save." She smirked walking past him on the way to the stairs. A tingling warmth trickled down to the bottom of her belly as he gave her a sly smile. "I'll be up in a moment with some sleeping attire." He said watching her ascend the stair case.
He let out a deep sigh as she faded from his sight. He loosened his belt a notch and quickly readjusted his nearly painful erection. Taking a deep breath, he made his way up to his suite. He grabbed a pair of gray silk bottoms with a matching button up shirt before making his way to the guest room.
"Damn you all to hell Draco." She mumbled under her breath as Lucius entered the room. Her arms were bent back in an odd position as she tried to undo the row of tiny silver buttons going up her back.
"Aren't you a witch?" He smirked. "You have a wand my dear."
She rolled her eyes. "I've already tried that, smart ass." He let out a deep belly laugh. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
She shot him a dirty look, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Not recently."
"Turn around, you irritating little harpy." She scrunched up her nose at him and turned around. Lucius couldn't remember the last time he smiled and laughed so much. His fingers nimbly unfastened her buttons dragging them down the soft skin of her back along the way.
"Thank you for tonight. It was really lovely." She said quietly. "The toast was beautiful as well. You are a fabulous actor."
"What do you mean?" He asked calmly undoing the last button right above the swell of her bottom. She turned around still clutching the dress to her front. "For a moment I thought the toast was, you know, genuine." He raised his eyebrows. "I actually feel somewhat upset it wasn't. Either way it was beautiful."
He swiftly moved forward and captured her lips with his. She placed her hands over his broad chest, pressing her body flush to his. She sucked in a deep breath as she felt the hard bulge in his slacks rub against her. "I meant every word of it." He moaned into her mouth. Her tongue gently slipped into his mouth as her dress began to slide from her form. He was losing himself in the taste of her mouth, her tongue softly dancing with his as his hands moved to grip her firm cheeks. Her body shivered against him.
Her fingers moved slowly down his body settling on his belt buckle when his hands darted to hers pushing them away. "Not tonight." He whispered against her lips. Hermione was silent, tears of rejection threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. Lucius rubbed his thumb under her eye and kissed the tip of her nose. "If I didn't have a conscience I would take you right now, but we've both had a bit to drink." He paused looking into her eyes. "I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning with regrets.”
He gave her one last swift peck on the lips before making his way to the door. If he didn’t get out of there quick, there would be no going back. “Good night, Hermione.” He whispered.
“Good night, Lucius.”
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