Title: Personality Transformation
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Lucius/Hermione
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 523
Summary: This wasn't her, but she would do what she had to.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Transfiguration - Extra Credit - I would like you to focus on the limitations of tropes and labels. No label fully encompasses the intricacies of a person, and there are times when, whether through choice or not, someone has to step away from these distinctions and act outside of them. I want you to write about one of those times. For example, a Slytherin student has to embody the traits of another House to achieve their aims. 300-3000 words.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog - Pollux Bronze - Prompts Used - Bright, Wine, Prosperity, Celebrate,
Fanfic Dominoes Game: Table 10 - Lucius/Hermione
They labeled her as somewhat of a prude. They told her that she was uncomfortable with sensuality.
And Hermione had allowed it to define her for years. When she dated someone, it never went further than kissing. Hermione always set limits and most of the time, the men she was interested in, didn't want to hang around and wait for her to be ready for more intimacy.
They wanted her to be someone that she wasn't, and when she didn't live up to their expectations, they grew bored. They got tired of waiting and left her.
It led to Hermione being lonely a large portion of the time because she gave into what everyone said about her and didn't even try to broaden her horizons.
That was before there was something she really wanted. Or she should say there was someone she really wanted.
She watched him from across the room with bright eyes as he raised his glass filled with wine. The party was to celebrate the 5th anniversary of the end o the war and the prosperity of the wizarding world since then.
She licked his lips, eyes fixed on the way his white-blond hair flowed around him, creating the allusion of him being an angel, something that she knew was far from the truth.
She wanted him with a burning need, and she was willing to do anything she could to get him.
Hermione got her chance when he stepped onto the balcony on the east side of the ballroom. She smoothed down her shimmering red dress and sauntered out onto the balcony after him.
"Hello, Lucius," she purred seductively.
He looked away from the view and studied her with raised eyebrows. "Ms. Granger. What a surprise."
She smiled and walked closer to him. She pressed her hand firmly and deliberately against his hard chest and shivered as his hard muscles tightened under her touch. "You must be lonely with Narcissa gone and remarried," she murmured casually, as if she was talking about something as unimportant as the weather.
"Very lonely," he huskily growled, laying a hand on her waist and pulling so their bodies were touching at every spot. Her hand was caught between their bodies, but she didn't care at all.
"Maybe I can help you with that?"
"I never realized you had this side," he whispered, leaning closer so his lips were a mere hairsbreadth away from hers.
"I don't, but I want you. And I'm tired of not getting what I want." She batted her eyelashes playfully. "So, are you going to kiss me?"
He answered nonverbally. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, swallowing her moan of desire with his mouth.
After a few minutes, their mouths completely parted. "Do you want to leave?" she asked, not bothering to hide her intentions as her hand lazily wandered down to the front of his trousers, giving him a gentle squeeze.
He grabbed her hand. "Let's go."
She smiled happily. She might not normally act wanton, but it got her Lucius so it was worth it. And she was sure tonight would be a night to remember.