A/N: Written for Hermione's Haven Roll-a-Drabble Prompt in September 2018. My Roll-a-Drabble prompts were: Hermione/Lucius and Soulmates. No beta other than Grammarly. Will also be updating these for each month that I do them. They will have a variety of pairings, but all are starring Hermione. Ratings will be a solid M for curse words. And the goal is to be between 100-1k words.


Anima Coniugi


The soulmate spell wasn't supposed to go like this. She was certainly no longer in the library at Grimmauld Place anymore. She would have to figure out where she was and hopefully get out of wherever it was without being noticed. Currently, she was in some sort of wardrobe. She could dimly see some robes hanging in front of her. It smelled fresh, so she was hopeful she wasn't in a moldy attic somewhere. She was just about to start pushing at walls, hoping one of them was a door when she heard a noise from outside the wardrobe.

A door opened nearby and suddenly she could hear heavy footsteps on the hardwood. Crap, Hermione thought as she shrank back to what she thought must be the back of the wardrobe. She hoped whoever it was that they wouldn't be opening the wardrobe anytime soon. The soulmate spell was supposed to take you to your soulmate. It would then light up your soulmate in a soft blue glow. Hermione should have spied Ron across the library. Obviously, she'd done the spell wrong to have ended up somewhere else.

Or Ron isn't your soulmate, a voice whispered in Hermione's mind. She shook her head. Of course, Ron was her soulmate. She loved him! So clearly, it was a case of having performed the spell incorrectly. Or perhaps the spell didn't work? She and Ginny had found it in a dusty, old volume in the library at Grimmauld Place. Who knew if it was even a reputable spell?

Just then the door behind Hermione opened. She'd been leaning on it and promptly fell out onto her arse. Lucius Malfoy stood over her, glowing a soft blue.

"Fuck," Hermione muttered and closed her eyes.

"Really, Miss Granger. You come into my home unannounced and then proceed to curse at me?" Malfoy drawled.

"My apologies, Mr Malfoy," Hermione said as she made to stand. Malfoy surprisingly enough reached a hand out to steady her elbow. Hermione nodded her thanks and brushed at the seat of her trousers. "I'm afraid I've made a mistake."

"Would that mistake have anything to do with why I'm glowing blue?" Malfoy asked.

Hermione's eyes widened. The book hadn't said that other people or the soulmate themselves would be able to see the glow, just that the caster of the spell would. Perhaps the spell did work. She looked up at Malfoy, considering him. He was old, true, but not that old. And he still looked good for his age with a flat stomach and broad shoulders.

"Please don't tell me you did the Anima Coniugi spell?" Malfoy sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Er… I won't then," Hermione replied.

"Fuck," Malfoy muttered.

"Indeed."