Lucius Malfoy had never been so affected by a woman. Not even Narcissa made him feel the way she did. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face, every time he saw a book he thought of her. He didn't know how he should feel. Its like the girl had slipped a love potion into his drink but even he knew that it was not the truth. He had fallen for a mud blood. He had fallen for Hermoine Granger. Not only was she a muggle-born but she was still attending Hogwarts. He must have been at least twice her age but he couldn't help himself. He loved her courage, her smell, her beauty, her very essence. He would probably never admit it but she intoxicated him. What would his wife think? Oh no, what would his son think? After all those teachings of hating anyone who wasn't a pureblood, who didn't have centuries of magical blood running through their veins; he is such a hypocrite. He sat in his favorite armchair pondering how to win her over, how he would go about trying to make it work for her and change himself for her. He wasn't even sure hs head could hold any more thoughts, he felt as though it was about to explode. He finally decided that going to bed would do him some good. He got up from his chair and strode over to his bed and lay next to his wife. He didn't acknowledge her when she tried to talk to him, he just lay there and thought about her, knowing he could never have her.
Fin.
Just a short little fic I had stuck in my head.