Advent Drabbles, Dec 5 - Dec 7, Harry Potter, Lucius/Hermione
Title: The Secret Diaries of Scorpius Malfoy aged Nine and a Half Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Lucius had never knowingly done a stroke of work in his life, unless you counted delegating to others, supervising others, and that unfortunate period in Azkaban which now seemed as nothing more than a bad dream.
He was therefore fascinated by Hermione's tendency to Do Things Herself and somewhat puzzled by her refusal to allow him to ease her way through life.
Her flat was small, with almost every surface loaded with tinsel. There were gaudy poinsettias stuffed haphazardly along the windowsill, with no regard for colour sense. There were Christmas caarts long the mantelpiece all ajumble so that the wizarding cards were at sixes and sevens - the polar bear was clinging to the edge of the card, the ice skaters had lost their footing and were sprawled on the ground, and santa was finding it hard to make his way up the roof to the chimney of the house he was visiting.
And yet, as Hermione offered him a glass of eggnog she had made for him with her very own hands, he realised he felt comfortable, cosy, relaxed even.
Feeling slightly anxious about how daring he was being, he loosened his cravat, undid the top button on his shirt, and eased a waistcoat button free.
"Lucius, darling," Hermione said.
"Mmm?"
"You do realise that you have two buttons undone on your admittedly stunning wasitcoat, which is one more than the prescribed number."
He nodded.
"You little tart."
He flushed a delicate pink, and his cock lurched into life.
"How am I supposed to resist that invitation?" she said.
"You're not," he replied, and prepared to be taken advantage of.