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Advent story - Harry Potter - Lucius/Hermione, isn't even pretending to follow the prompts or days
Title: The Secret Diaries of Scorpius Malfoy aged Ten and a Half
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Christmas Eve at Malfoy Manor
Her father had argued and argued against her coming to the Manor, but had eventually given in - she assumed the sudden silence was him giving in, and it was worth every difficulty in getting here.
The request for snow had been duly conveyed by indirect means, and the necessary arrangements made much to the disquiet of the peacocks whose mournful cries achoed round the grounds.
Rose didn't care.
The snow was pretty, and the peacocks never looked to be enjoying themselves very much. She had thought Lucius was like that at first, but no one who made her mother that happy had anything in common with the peacocks.
Not any more.
Scorpius was not nearly as relaxed. The snow was indeed pretty, the decorations splendid, his parents were sitting on the sofa holding hands, and his Grandfa looked happy talking to Hermione about ivy of all things.
And yet ....
"Grandfa, can I have a word with you?"
"Scorpius, I am in the middle..."
"Now, Grandfa."
Hermione kissed Lucius on the cheek. "You two clearly need to talk. Family business, I'm sure."
Scorpius had a moment of wondering whether his Grandfa wasn't just as bad as everyone said, because he didn't look pleased at all to be interrupted. "Yes, Scorpius?"
"Have you looked at the fairy on top of the tree recently?"
Lucius did not take the question lightly, but casually glanced at the tree. The fairy was rather solid, clothed in a white tutu and had had a shock of red hair. "Ah," he said.
"It's Mr Weasley," Scorpius hissed.
"So it appears."
"What are we going to do?"
Lucius smirked, and patted Scorpius on the head. "Nothing dear boy. Not one thing."
"But why did you do it?"
"My dear boy, touching thought it is for you to consider me the prime mover in all things, you have failed to consider all the possibilities."
Scorpius blinked at his Grandfa, who smirked at Hermione across the room.
"Dear Hermione does get a little testy from time to time. Something you might want to bear in mind when contemplating taking Rose to wife. It's not the red hair you have to worry about, but her mother's influence," he said, before crossing the room to indulge in a gratuitous and showy display of affection.
"Gosh," said Scorpius. He looked at Mr Weasley, and at Aunt Hermione, and back at Mr Weasley.
"Brilliant," he said, and for a moment he thought he heard a faint voice adding, "But scary."
More than ever he was sure that he had bought Rose the right present - a brooch in the shape of a rose, all twined with ivy.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Christmas Eve at Malfoy Manor
Her father had argued and argued against her coming to the Manor, but had eventually given in - she assumed the sudden silence was him giving in, and it was worth every difficulty in getting here.
The request for snow had been duly conveyed by indirect means, and the necessary arrangements made much to the disquiet of the peacocks whose mournful cries achoed round the grounds.
Rose didn't care.
The snow was pretty, and the peacocks never looked to be enjoying themselves very much. She had thought Lucius was like that at first, but no one who made her mother that happy had anything in common with the peacocks.
Not any more.
Scorpius was not nearly as relaxed. The snow was indeed pretty, the decorations splendid, his parents were sitting on the sofa holding hands, and his Grandfa looked happy talking to Hermione about ivy of all things.
And yet ....
"Grandfa, can I have a word with you?"
"Scorpius, I am in the middle..."
"Now, Grandfa."
Hermione kissed Lucius on the cheek. "You two clearly need to talk. Family business, I'm sure."
Scorpius had a moment of wondering whether his Grandfa wasn't just as bad as everyone said, because he didn't look pleased at all to be interrupted. "Yes, Scorpius?"
"Have you looked at the fairy on top of the tree recently?"
Lucius did not take the question lightly, but casually glanced at the tree. The fairy was rather solid, clothed in a white tutu and had had a shock of red hair. "Ah," he said.
"It's Mr Weasley," Scorpius hissed.
"So it appears."
"What are we going to do?"
Lucius smirked, and patted Scorpius on the head. "Nothing dear boy. Not one thing."
"But why did you do it?"
"My dear boy, touching thought it is for you to consider me the prime mover in all things, you have failed to consider all the possibilities."
Scorpius blinked at his Grandfa, who smirked at Hermione across the room.
"Dear Hermione does get a little testy from time to time. Something you might want to bear in mind when contemplating taking Rose to wife. It's not the red hair you have to worry about, but her mother's influence," he said, before crossing the room to indulge in a gratuitous and showy display of affection.
"Gosh," said Scorpius. He looked at Mr Weasley, and at Aunt Hermione, and back at Mr Weasley.
"Brilliant," he said, and for a moment he thought he heard a faint voice adding, "But scary."
More than ever he was sure that he had bought Rose the right present - a brooch in the shape of a rose, all twined with ivy.