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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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Chapter List
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Author's Note:

Yay for fluffy fun! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know this one lacked our favorite fabulous wizard, but I promise you will get a good healthy dose of him in Chapter 8! My drama llama is getting hungry so be prepared in the very near future for some twists.
Awesome Readers:
Delia- I've never given much thought to pairing fabulous Draco with a canon character. I definitely want to continue writing him even after this story has ended. I was thinking about doing a story of nothing but one shot prompts with Draco in all kinds of crazy/silly situations. Or, after I'm done my current SSHG fic, starting a new SSHG fic using fabulous Draco. The thought of the surly professor having to deal with his overly fabulous godson gives me the giggles.
Heaven- Thank you for the review love! I'm glad you like it =)
Sheedy- I thought our couple needed to get a little hot and bothered without going the full 9 and Draco seemed like the perfect interruption. I promise I won't tease too much longer!
HG4eva- You are spot on when it comes to Lucius' character. He comes off as a belligerent ass, but has much more substance underneath that. I figured I'd let the couple be happy and lovey before a twist happens that will really force them to sit down and have a proper talk. I always look forward to your reviews!!! Thank you so much for sticking around!!
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Monday morning arrived and Hermione was happy to be able to go back to a place of normalcy for a bit. Her relaxing 3 day weekend turned into a total cluster fuck. In those 3 days she became engaged to her best friend's father, one of the wealthiest pure blood wizards alive, was the main target for multiple gossip magazines, and seemed to attract more stares in public now than what she did right after the war. But perhaps the most troubling thing was realizing that she was already falling hard for the powerful blond wizard. She knew that those feelings would be what made their arranged marriage actually feel like a proper one, but the fear of his possible rejection made things very difficult.
Hermione took a deep breath as she walked through the doors of St Mungo's in her black pencil skirt and royal blue satin blouse. She slipped into her white healer robes and made her way to the nurses’ station to say hi to Ginny and the other medi-witches before she started her shift.
"Good morning!" She smiled at the medi-witches. "Morning, Dr Granger!" They said in unison.
Ginny spun around in her chair holding several thick folders with a smile. "It looks like all the patients on your newest trial are still doing well! It looks like we've gotten the disease to cease for the time being."
"Wonderful!" Hermione said excitedly. "This should buy us more time. Has Professor Slughorn been by yet? I would like to get a jump start on adjusting the tonics for the trial."
"He stopped by earlier and left a few things down in the lab for you. He has to travel but said he would be by on Friday to give you a hand." A short blond medi-witch named Drea interjected.
"Thank you, Drea." Hermione smiled and took the folders from Ginny, flipping through the test results on the first patient.
"So is it true?" Another medi-witch whispered. Hermione took a deep breath. She knew that people would ask about her and Lucius' engagement. "Are you really marrying Lucius Malfoy?"
"That I am." She replied still flipping through the paperwork in her hands.
"Well let us see the ring then!" Drea said bouncing up and down. Hermione rolled her eyes with a soft laugh and presented her left hand. Drea let out a whistle. "Now that's a rock!"
"And in Slytherin colors no less." Ginny laughed. The other medi-witches gathered around in awe to stare at the ring. "Should we start calling you Dr Malfoy?" Ginny teased.
"I'll probably keep my maiden name." Hermione said gathering all the folders. "I'll be in my office if anyone needs me. I need to get this paperwork sorted before rounds."
Everyone said their goodbyes and Hermione made the long journey to her office. Whispers followed her as she went and the ring on her finger seemed to grow heavy as eyes followed her every move. It was silly for her to think that things would still be the same at the hospital after her engagement.
She took out her wand and unlocked her office door. The framed picture of her, Harry, and Ron during their Hogwarts days looked back smiling at her from the top of her desk. She sighed. Those were the days when everything made sense. She flopped into her chair and started thumbing through patient test results when a soft knock caught her attention.

“Come in.”
Ginny entered the room with a red and gold wrapped gift in her hands smiling. “I forgot to give you your engagement gift.”
“Do people really do that?” Hermione asked raising her eyebrows.
“I don’t think so.” The red head giggled. She shoved the gift into Hermione’s hand and stepped back beaming at her.
Hermione gasped as a framed animated photo of her and Lucius’ first kiss peeked out from its wrapping. It was beautiful. The young healer jumped up and brought her friend into a tight hug.
“I love it!” She released Ginny and put the photo on the other side of her desk, watching as it continuously replayed the moment Lucius’ lips whispered his proposal against her own. Her heart skipped a beat. She was in love, there was no doubt.
“I’m so glad you like it. Draco was able to snag an original copy from one of the editors of the Daily Prophet.” Ginny gave the curly haired witch a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I need to get back to work.”
“Thank you again. It is absolutely perfect.” Hermione gushed as Ginny made her way out of the office. The young healer tore her eyes away from the new photo and continued to sort through the mountain of paperwork in front of her.
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The day flew by with very few complications. All of her trial patients seemed to be fairing well and the handful of appointments she had with her regular patients went off without a hitch. The only thing driving her mad was her attempts to reformulate the trial tonics down in the hospital's potions lab. Slughorn wasn't much help in physically helping her brew, but at least he was a knowledgeable person to bounce ideas off of. Severus Snape would have been the best wizard for the job, but was currently tied up in helping the ministry with training aurors in regards to dark magic. With all the chaos lately she was actually relieved he wasn't around. Dealing with the media was enough of a headache without throwing in the surly professor and his issues.
She had become so frustrated she could barely see straight and decided to call it a day down in the lab. Her shift had ended an hour ago, but she was so wrapped up in tweaking the tonics that she hadn't noticed. She was surprised to see Ginny still bustling around the Ward when she returned.
"What are you still doing here, Madame Potter?" She smiled grabbing the clipboards from the red head.
"I wanted to do rounds on the trial patients again before I left. I only have Mr. Pimpton left."
"I'll check in on him." Hermione said squeezing Ginny's arm affectionately. "Go home. I don't need a howler from Harry."
Ginny laughed. "Okay, well I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."

Hermione waved then strode over to the nurse’s station and dropped off the handful of clipboards that didn’t pertain to Mr. Pimpton. He was her favorite patient. No matter what the day threw at her, she always looked forward to seeing him at the end of her shift.
She knocked softly on his door and beamed as she heard his raspy voice call out, “Is that my favorite gal?”
She walked in and laughed. “You flatter me, Mr. Pimpton.”
He gave her a bright toothy smile, barely visible under his large gray push broom moustache. His ice blue eyes sparkled and his laugh lines grew deeper as his face lit up. The man was approaching his 95th birthday, but still held the boyish charm from his youth. His case was the worst out of several other patients suffering with the same mysterious disease, but he always wore a smile regardless of his condition.
"My dear, please call me Rudy." He sat up trying to adjust the pillows beneath him. Hermione moved to his side and helped him reposition himself.
"Well, how are you feeling Rudy?" She asked looking at the monitors at his bedside and jotting down some numbers.
"I can't remember the last time I felt so good!" He gushed. "You and that dark haired fellow are miracle workers."
"You and that flattery again." She laughed reaching out to rub his arm. The older wizard caught sight of the large emerald weighing down her ring finger and smiled.
"That is quite the ring you have there, Doctor. I'm surprised it took this long for someone to sweep you off your feet!" He chuckled. "Who's the lucky lad?"
"You haven't read the paper yet?" She asked noticing the stack of Daily Prophets on his side table.
Rudy wrinkled his nose and glared at the papers. "Bah, that paper has turned into nothing but complete poppycock." He grouched. "Was your announcement in there? Did those asshats at the ministry force you into this?"
Hermione giggled. "Why Rudy, what a potty mouth you have this evening." She pulled the recent Daily Prophet out and handed it to him.
His eyes grew wide, then squinted, before going wide one final time. "Is that Mr. Lucius Malfoy?" He asked with his eyebrows raised.
"Yes it is." She said watching her favorite picture in motion.
"It's beautiful my dear." He whispered grabbing her hand. "You both look so happy; I'm relieved that the ministry didn't interfere by forcing a marriage on you."
"You're the first person that hasn't looked at me like I had two heads since the news broke." She said letting him guide her into the chair next to him.
"We can't help who we love. Anyone with half a brain could look at this picture and see the love radiating from you both.”
She looked at the photo again and smiled. It was beautiful, and maybe, just maybe, she really was in love with him. Mr. Pimpton could read most people like a book, and she valued his insight more than anyone else, including her family and close friends.
“Is he treating you well?”
“Very well.” She replied still looking down at the paper. “I just never thought in a million years that he would be the man I fell in love with and married.” Hermione was taken aback by her confession to the kind old wizard next to her.
Rudy held out his arms and beckoned her closer. She leaned into his embrace and sighed. “I won’t keep you any longer my dear. Just know that I am ecstatic for you, and let your wizard know he is a very lucky man.”
“I know I am.”
Hermione startled as she took in the sight of the handsome blond wizard in the doorway. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have this beautiful witch by my side.” He sauntered in and put an arm around her waist, kissing the top of her head.
Rudy beamed at the couple. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Malfoy.” He held out his hand to Lucius.
“Please call me Lucius.” He replied reaching out to shake the older wizard’s hand. “You must be charming devilish man who has kept such a good watch on my love in my absence.”
Rudy chuckled. “I try.” He turned to look at Hermione and winked. “I’ll see you tomorrow Dr. Granger. It looks like your handsome lad is ready to go home.”
Lucius smiled. He was really enjoying the man’s company. He bowed his head. “I’ll return her safely first thing in the morning, sir.” Rudy waved them out the door with a mischievous grin.
“I hope you don’t find me rude for stopping by. I just wanted to see you.” He said as they went into her office. A blush came over her face as she turned to look at him.
“I’m glad you stopped by.” She admitted shyly.
Lucius smiled. He was still awestruck by the conversation her and Rudy were having before he made himself know. Hearing her tell someone she was in love with him made him swell with pride.
He looked around the office, spotting the picture of them on her desk. “This is my favorite picture of us.” He mused.
“Mine too.” Hermione said grabbing her cloak from the back of her chair.
"Have you eaten yet?" He asked following her out of the office.
The curly haired witch laughed. "No, I typically don't. I spent a good chunk of the day in the lab and lost track of time."
"Draco figured as much and wanted me to invite you to a late dinner at the Manor."
She locked the door and turned to give the handsome wizard a bright smile. "I'd love to."
"Shall we then?" He offered his arm. She wrapped her hand around his well muscled bicep and blushed.
The stares and whispers followed the couple as they walked through the Ward. If it bothered Lucius, he didn’t show it. They apparated into the foyer of Malfoy Manor with a pop.
Draco ran to them and scooped Hermione up in a tight hug. “What’s gotten into you?” She gasped trying to push the eager wizard away with a laugh.
“Oh Honey, can’t I just be happy to see you?” He said releasing her with a grin. “Although, I’m still pissed about that blouse.” He cut his eyes at his father and crossed his arms.
Hermione blushed at the memory of Lucius’ strong hands ripping the shirt from her body. “I’m pissed you interrupted.” She mumbled.
Lucius put his arm around her and kissed the side of her neck. “As am I.” He breathed in her ear. Draco wrinkled his nose and made a gagging noise.
“Dinner is getting cold.” The younger wizard said with a pout before turning gracefully on his heel and walking into the dining room.
"You know," Lucius began gently nuzzling her neck. "We could just slip away and finish what we started last night." He purred.
His soft blond hair tickled her cheek as he spoke, his hands becoming more bold as they sought out the swell of her breast. If someone had told her a few weeks ago that her best friend's father, the notorious Lucius Malfoy, would be tangled around her as he was now, she would have hexed them on the spot. No one had ever inspired these feelings of simultaneous love and lust before him. It may have been a ministry arrangement, but it felt right, as if it were meant to happen.
"Draco is going to have a fit if we're not in there soon." She breathed as he began to place hot open mouthed kisses on her neck. "Do we have to?" He whined playfully. She giggled and turned to face him. He stuck out his bottom lip comically with his eyes drooping.
"Lucius Malfoy, are you giving me a boo-boo lip?" She raised an eyebrow and smiled at the adorable blond wizard. His playfulness had completely caught her off guard.
“No.” He pouted trying to fight back the smile threatening the corners of his mouth. Hermione shook her head before lifting onto the balls of her feet and nipped at his protruding lip.
He swept her up in his arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. He couldn’t remember a time he felt so young and… in love. That was exactly what he was feeling. Had this been building for awhile? Was there always something there? The older wizard never imagined he would love again, but here he was with the young witch he would have never even entertained the idea of being with intimately or otherwise.
“For the love of Merlin’s gray beard babies!” Draco yelled tossing his arms in the air as he reentered the room. “Do I need to get you two muzzles?!”
Hermione let out a loud laugh still clinging to Lucius. “This was your idea. Now you must live with the consequences.”
Draco placed his hands on his hips and glared at the couple. “Okay okay, I’m coming.” Hermione said rolling her eyes and peeling herself away from her wizard.
Draco grabbed her hand and dragged her into the dining room. The large in the center of the room was dominated by magazines and binders full of pictures of wedding dresses, flower arrangements, honeymoon excursions, and a myriad of other wedding related things.
“So, let’s get started!” The young wizard giggled clapping his hands and bouncing gracefully on the balls of his feet.
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