They met properly in the fall.
Lucius knew it was autumn, because their were bronzed fallen leaves decorating the ground when she headed up the driveway, a look of determination in her eye. She had recently begun working at the Ministry, and she had an appointment with Draco, who had taken on a job at Gringotts.
Her brown eyes sparkled somewhat menacingly as she passed Lucius in the great tiled hallway, and headed straight to Draco's study. Lucius took note of how proudly she wore her Gryffindor scarf, wrapping the long woollen garment around her neck as she strolled confidently into the serpents nest.
She was Hermione Granger. The bushy haired little Mudblood girl who he'd met all those years ago in the bookshop in Diagon Alley. She may still have been a Mudblood, but Lucius couldn't help but notice the fine woman that she had become.
Winter was when Lucius became a thief.
First, he stole glances. He never really did earn his prestigious position back at the Ministry, but he still attended meetings their on a regular basis. It wasn't unusual to pass Hermione in the hallway, and his icy glare would often meet hers. The cold, wintry depths to her glare eventually softened; thawed by an unknown fire.
It wasn't long before he stole her kiss. Neither of them really knew just how it happened. They were taking a walk together one day during their lunch break, after Lucius had eventually taken the plunge to speak to her. He had discovered just how forgiving she could be, and had privately thanked her for her willingness to look past the bad.
When his frozen lips made contact with hers, she melted into him like dissolving sugar. He drank in her sweetness, feeling her soft curly hair under his fingers and feeling absolutely no guilt for his wife, who waited for him at home.
From that moment on, Lucius never again felt winter blues.
In spring Hermione picked daffodils to fill the vases that decorated the Malfoy Manor.
Narcissa had never done things like that. Lucius wondered absently if he had ever wanted to see flowers decorating the manor, but he couldn't deny that the bright yellow plants certainly cheered the place up.
He didn't just enjoy the flowers. He enjoyed what they represented.
The youthful smile that Hermione wore when she was around her flowers was all that Lucius needed to ensure that he kept the daffodils enchanted, ensuring they would remain permanently alive all year round.
With spring came April showers, another thing Hermione taught Lucius to love. They sat together on the balcony of the master bedroom, watching the rain pour silently over the vast gardens.
The rain momentarily washed away everything that had ever gone wrong for them in the past, and brought a clean slate, ready for new memories to be made.
They had a private wedding ceremony in July.
The summer sun was bright and hot, warming their bodies as they stood at the forefront of a church in Eastbourne. Hermione wore a short white flannel dress and adorned her thick hair with a wreath of daffodils, much to Lucius's delight.
They proclaimed their vows tearfully, promising to love the other until death did them part.
Lucius knew, that no matter what the season, he would always love Hermione Granger.
Written for HP Slash Luv for the Monthly Oneshot Exchange.
Prompt used: Flower
Genre: Romance