Kissing Booth | By : triz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 5579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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nothing! I’m just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!
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Kissing Booth
“This is
utterly ridiculous!” Lucius Malfoy growled to his best friend Severus Snape.
Both he and him were standing in the middle of the Valentine’s Carnival Fair at
the Hogwarts grounds. It was another one of those charity events that was held
for post war damages. His eyes narrowed as he kept them on a particular
booth—the kissing booth. “I can’t believe she agreed to it!”
“Relax,
Lucius,” Severus spoke as his eyes too were cast in the same direction. “You
know how Hermione is. Of course she would agree to it. It’s charity. However, I
can’t say much for a majority of the boys that are lining up to kiss her,” he
commented. Most of them were young indeed. Most of them were students at
Hogwarts. “Horny bastards.”
Lucius
snapped his head towards him, and complained, “Please, Severus, you aren’t
helping!” He already was having a hard time watching Hermione kiss numerous
boys. Picturing them humping her wasn’t something that he needed to imagine.
But what could he do? He knew that there were many people that wanted her.
Hermione
Granger, war heroine, was the hottest witch in all of the British Wizarding
World. After the war, she along with her two best friends had become superstars
and role models for many, becoming faces for numerous companies and projects.
She of course was the most popular among the three, having not just the looks,
but the brains to match with it. Everywhere one looked, there her face was—from
magazines to billboards.
Lucius
of course was more than pleased that Hermione was his girlfriend, or in his
terms, significant other. She was the light in his life, and he couldn’t be
happier with her. He couldn’t fathom how such a witch loved him, but she did.
However, there was a certain issue with her in which he didn’t like at times,
and it was certain times such as these.
Hermione
had a very big fan base. Wizards liked her for her looks, while witches aspired
to be like her. It was the wizards though that Lucius was uncomfortable with.
She was the very social type, not at all bothered when someone asked for her
autograph or photo in public. And when it came to the younger wizards that had
an arm around her for a photo, or even try to hit and flirt with her, that was
where his limits were tested. When he saw another wizard pucker his lips and
kiss his Hermione, he felt his limitations push further.
Of
course Hermione assured him numerous times over the weeks that sitting behind
the kissing booth were nothing. All the kisses that she was to give were
innocent, and all in the name of charity. Innocent, he thought to himself.
There was nothing innocent with what was lurking in a young wizard’s mind when they
were kissing another, regardless of what type of kiss. Like Severus said, ‘Horny.’
At the beginning, Lucius offered to pay whatever amount was asked and get the
charity over with, but Hermione didn’t accept. She preferred to get involved
with her charity works, and not just donate money.
Lucius
was a very possessive man. What was his, was his, and his alone. He didn’t like
to share. And he personally felt like killing any male that dared to even touch
his witch. The temptation was there to do so as his hand tightened around the
head of his snake cane.
“And to
think I had plans of whisking her away to Paris,” he said in disappointment,
slightly pouting.
Severus
frowned and looked at him. “You took her to Paris last year, and the year
before.”
“It’s
the most romantic city in the world,” Lucius argued.
“You
have gone soft,” Severus said as he shook his head. He then turned his
attention back to the fair, closely watching the students.
“It
wasn’t like this in our time,” Lucius said, pondering in the past. “There were
no kissing booths in fairs. And no man dared to kiss another’s in public. I
don’t even show that much affection for Hermione in public.” He was still very
much old fashioned.
Severus
let out a snort. “Please, Lucius, I’m not as old as you are.”
If
Lucius wasn’t so focused on Hermione, he would’ve answered back with a smarter
and more sarcastic reply. He was in no mood to duel verbally duel with him, but
duel his wand with the twelve year old that was all blushing after receiving a
kiss from Hermione. He had puppy love written all over red face. It was
disgusting.
“Good
afternoon, gentlemen,” Gilderoy Lockheart greeted with a smile as he approached
and stood next to the two. “Wonderful day isn’t it?”
The two
stood silent, not caring for the man, or greeting him.
“I know
that witch,” Gilderoy said, pointing to Hermione. “Yes, yes, yes. She’s the one
that’s up on the largest billboard at Diagon Alley. I remember!” he exclaimed,
like he had just found the greatest discovery to wizarding kind. “Very
beautiful little witch isn’t she?”
Lucius
snapped his head to turn to Lockheart’s. Their eyes not meeting as the other
was focusing on Hermione.
“Sickle
a kiss is it? I’m sure the little ones wouldn’t mind if I cut in for a moment
and steal one.” Not saying another word, he whistled happily as he made his way
to the booth.
“No
fucking hell!” Lucuis hissed lowly. “He’s got to be kidding?!”
“I don’t
think he is,” Severus replied, with a frown. “I don’t think he remembers that
you and Hermione are together, for today that is.”
After
his memory accident many years ago with Ron’s broken wand at Hogwarts many
years ago, Gilderoy’s memory was never the same. Other than that, nor was there
a cure for him even with the best healers in the world. There were days when he
wouldn’t remember some things, sometimes, even his name. Other days, he would
remember things and get on with his life just the same, which, unknown to
himself, it never was. One thing remained true though, his pride and good looks
towards himself remained the same.
The last
thread inside Lucius snapped. There was no way he was going to allow Lockheart
to kiss Hermione. “Why that—that… pretty boy!” he growled marching quickly
after him. If there were anymore lips to be planted on hers, it would be his.
Her kissing others was going to stop, and stop now!
Severus
couldn’t hold back the small chuckle that had escaped from his throat. With a
hand he covered his mouth so that people wouldn’t see him chuckling. Hours ago,
he was complaining to Albus about chaperoning for the stupid fair. He had
better things to do. Now he was glad that he was forced to do it. Very rarely
did Lucius lose his cool, and he just did. What was the man going to do to
Lockheart?
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After
buying his ticket not far from the booth, Gilderoy made his way towards the
front of the line. “Young man, if you’ll excuse me,” he said as placed a hand
in front of a fifth year Slytherin that stopped mid-step, just about to take
his turn. “I think it’s best if I have a go before you,” he said arrogantly
with a wink. He turned to face the witch behind the booth, ignoring the boy’s
protest behind him.
“Gilderoy!”
Hermione exclaimed when he stood in front of her. “You should wait your turn
just like everyone else.”
“Ah you
know me! Now that there’s no need for introductions, perhaps you can refresh my
memory with a kiss?”
Hermione
didn’t say anything, swallowing back the bile that threatened to go up her
throat.
“My
dear, surely you can’t resist my killer looks,” he commented with his arms wide
open, presenting himself. “It comes along with a killer kiss.” Just when he was
about to bend down and kiss her, he came face to face with a platinum snake
head, with emerald green eyes.
“Touch
her, and I will blast your brains off for good,” Lucius seethed, holding his
cane midway. “Kiss her, and I promise you I will be the killer, and you
will be the victim.”
Hermione
stood up and placed her hand on Lucius’ arm, ready to stop him if he did
anything else. She saw the look on his face and knew it all too well. If looks
could kill, Gilderoy would die. Thankfully, he did put his cane down.
“I
didn’t know that she was spoken for,” Gilderoy said with a frown. Her and
Malfoy? Impossible! Was he forgetting something again? “Miss, if I may,”
he started not threatened by the blond wizard, “I am a far better wizard than
he, and I promise to never forget you.”
“Why
you!” Lucius’ hand snapped up, grabbing the other wizard’s neck with a very
firm hold. “She is mine, Lockheart. Mine and mine alone. Do not ignore my
threats, because trust me, I will do them.”
Gildeory
recognized the look on Lucius’ face, and knew that he had crossed the line.
Since he was getting chocked, not able to say a word, he just nodded in
understanding.
Hesitantly,
Lucius let go and walked around the booth briskly wrapping an arm around
Hermione’s waist, pulling her to him. “If you know what’s good for you… go!”
“Well
that was mean,” Hermione said looking up at Lucius.
“Don’t
tell me you were willing to kiss him?” he asked angrily.
“Yeck!”
Hermione answered in disgust. “I think I would’ve actually puked into his mouth
if he did.”
“Excuse
me—“ the student at the front of the line said as he approached the booth, but
was immediately interrupted by Lucius.
“What!”
Lucius barked, making him jump back.
“It’s—it’s
my turn, Mr. Malfoy sir,” he said.
“Oh, I
don’t think so,” Lucius said towering over the much younger wizard. He looked
very familiar. Surely he had to be one of the sons of many of his business
associates, but business be damned if another was going to kiss Hermione.
“Lucius,
stop!” Hermione said, pulling him back by his arm. “This is for charity
remember.” She stepped right next to him and tiptoed up on her toes to whisper
to him, just for him to hear. “Later I am all yours, I promise.”
“Damn
right you’re mine!” Lucius growled and grabbed the ticket in the boy’s hand,
ripping it in two. He sat himself down on Hermione’s seat, pulling her onto his
lap. “What now, boy?!” he asked when he still saw the student standing in front
of them.
“I paid
for my ticket,” the fifth year explained.
“Oh you
did now, did you?”
Hermione
was just about to say something and beg Lucius to go away, but as soon as her
mouth opened, she felt Lucius’ tongue enter hers. Before she knew it, they were
kissing passionately. She couldn’t push him away, even if she wanted to. She
was too surprised by the kiss, wanting and needing it. He never kissed her in
public, but did give her the occasional pet on the cheek. All she did before
was imagine kissing in public. And this was far more mind blowing than she
imagined. It was a very big step for her as well—Lucius was no longer afraid or
shy to show his affections for her to world. Too soon, the kiss had ended,
leaving her brain all foggy.
“There’s
your sickle’s worth,” Lucius said, his attention back at the fifth year. When
he didn’t budge, he reached thought of another idea and reached into his pocket
for his money pouch. “There,” he said, tossing a galleon in front of the boy.
“For your troubles and a refund for your ticket. Now scram before I have to use
my wand,” he said threateningly.
The fifth
year wasn’t so bothered by the threat. Instead, his eyes lit up when he took
the galleon in his hand. A galleon for a sickle? That was the best deal he had
in his life. He shouted to the others of his exchange and ran towards the
direction of the rides. He had more spending power.
“You
didn’t have to do that!” Hermione scolded, giving Lucius a slap on his
shoulder. Her mind had cleared and she remembered where she was and her duty at
the booth.
“No more
kisses, woman! No one else but me,” he stated firmly.
“Now
that isn’t fair to them,” she said looking at the long line. “You’re just going
to bribe them with your money.”
“So?” He
turned his head forward and saw a younger student stand and wait his turn. “Do
you like it if I refund you a galleon for your ticket?”
“Yes!
Yes!” he said excitedly, reaching into his jeans for his ticket. Soon enough,
he got his galleon and was jumping for joy when he left the booth. The ones
waiting in line looked more eager than they were earlier.
“I’m
involved in this charity event, Lucius. It’s not just all about money,”
Hermione said. She quickly noticed that the boy that just got his galleon
quickly lined up after buying another ticket. “Look at him!” she stated
appalled. “He just got his galleon and is ready to get more!”
“Then
let him,” he said, grasping her chin and making her face him. “I have plenty
more to spare. And that makes me the customer that you should kiss with all the
refunded tickets that I’m about to receive. If you’re going to complain about
being more involved… here I am, involved,” he said before capturing her lips
again.
“You
truly are Slytherin,” Hermione commented just before he captured her lips
again. There was no reason for her to complain. She was still raising money for
the booth, with his help. On the plus side, they go to kiss all day long.
“Happy Valentine’s,” she murmured against his lips.
“Happy
Valentine’s,” he replied with a smirk.
Valentine’s
Day may have not turned out how Lucius planned, but it was turning out better
than he had thought earlier.
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AN – If Luicius
were to sit behind a kissing booth, I’d line up for days and spend my savings
for a single kiss. LOL! Spread the love and review!
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