Title: Accept
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: 383
Summary: Hermione must accept something about Lucius.
Notes:
Harry Potter Christmas Collection Competition: Prompt Used - (object) stocking
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog: Pogrebin – Silver – Write about someone causing emotional pain to someone else.
Hermione hung up her stocking on the fireplace in her mother's house. It had her name on it, just like the two others hanging up had her mother and father's names. There was a fourth stocking, one that laid limply on the coffee table without a label. It had been meant for Lucius.
Of course, Lucius Malfoy wouldn't ever be caught in a Muggle's house. Not even if those Muggles were his girlfriend's parents.
Hermione sighed. It hurt that Lucius had refused to come. In fact, he had tried to get her to cancel on her parents in order to spend Christmas with him at the manor. Didn't he understand that she couldn't turn her back on the people that cared for her and loved her, even when they found out she was witch?
Hermione knew how lucky she was. She knew some Muggle-borns didn't have a family that was so accepting. And she would forever honor her parents for their unconditional love and support.
Her heart hurt, and she wished she could spend the holiday with her boyfriend and her parents at the same time. She swallowed back the tears, refusing to let her parents see her cry. She would get through this day, and then she would go home to her boyfriend, the man she had unexplainably fallen in love with after the war.
He had to accept things about her that he didn't like. And in return, she had to compromise. He still had some thoughts about superiority over non-magical people and wasn't comfortable in a Muggle setting, so she had to accept that if she ever wanted a relationship between them to be long-term. As long as he didn't believe all non-magicals should be killed, Hermione knew she would do her best to overlook his superiority complex.
The whole day, while she enjoyed spending the holiday with her parents, her mind kept going back to Lucius. And when the sun set, she kissed them goodbye, took hold of her pendant Port-key, said "Home," and quickly appeared in the Manor's foyer.
She found Lucius in the library and without saying anything, she went to him in his chair and curled on his lap, sighing contently when he began running his fingers through her hair.
It was good to be home.