Opposites Attract
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling and I don't own her characters. Simple as that.
Written for The Halloween Character Challenge
Prompt - brains/write about Hermione Granger
Hermione laughed and took another sip of wine, smiling at the blond man across from her in the hot tub. Lucius was so cute when he'd been drinking, and right now he was in the middle of a long winded story about the time Hugo had gotten caught trying to climb onto the kitchen counter to get at the cookies his mum had made.
"You remember that, don't you, darling?" said Lucius. "You knew he was the one stealing cookies from the cookie jar, and you levitated them onto the refrigerator where you thought he wouldn't be able to reach them."
"I know," Hermione chuckled. "And then we heard him scream, and you ran in to find him hanging from the corner of the fridge by his shorts!"
They both laughed, thinking back on all the fond memories they'd shared together.
Lucius would never admit to his wife that he had fallen for the muggleborn girl shortly after the war had ended. He never told her how Hermione had found him, alone, injured and on the verge of death during the war, how she had taken pity on him and decided to heal his wounds. She saved his life, and the pureblood had been forever grateful.
He sought her out after the war, and found her in a failing relationship with Ronald Weasley. When Hermione and Ron divorced and Hermione was left with nothing but bills, unemployed and with no way to afford food for her two children, Lucius stepped in, helping her and paying her bills until she could find a job and get her life back together.
At times he was more than helpful, more than a comfort to her as he pleased her in ways her ex-husband couldn't even imagine. In time they grew to love each other, and Lucius made sure that Hermione was never without the finer things in life. All she had to do was ask and it was hers.
Lucius drained the last ounces of wine from his glass, then reached for the bottle beside the hot tub and asked her if she wanted another drink.
"No, thank you. I'm good," said Hermione.
"More for me then," said Lucius, smiling at her as he refilled his glass.
He took a sip then moved towards her, easing her long hair out of her face as he leaned down and kissed her neck. His name escaped her lips, and he began trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone.
"Lucius," she whispered. "We're not going to do this here are we?"
"Who's going to see us?" he murmured. "The children are in bed, and Narcissa thinks I'm working late at the Ministry this evening."
Lucius was just about to kiss her on the lips, when suddenly something hit the water beside them with a splash, sending a shower of water into the air. Moments later another heavy object hit the water, followed by two more.
They looked up and saw eight year old Hugo throwing water balloons at them from the balcony, laughing as he chucked the colorful water bombs at them.
"The nerve of that child!" Lucius hissed, ducking as a bright blue balloon went sailing past his head. The next balloon didn't miss, and struck the blond aristocrat in the side of the head, drenching him with ice cold water.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Lucius Malfoy with his wet, silvery blond hair plastered to his head. "Be grateful he isn't throwing dung bombs at us," she said, taking his hand as they got out of the hot tub and ran to escape her son's barrage of water balloons.