Title: Gift
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: 423
Summary: Hermione needs a gift for Lucius.
Notes:
Harry Potter Christmas Collection Competition: Prompt Used - (plot theme/action) Giving/receiving gifts
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog: Cedrella Weasley (nee Black) – Bronze – Prompts Used – squeak, enormous, gift, feel
Hermione knew she would have trouble. When it came to getting a gift for someone like Lucius Malfoy, it just couldn't be done. With his money, no matter how enormous the object was, he could buy it for himself.
She had wanted to show him how she felt, but there was no object perfect enough. No object existed that showed Lucius that she loved him.
So, it would have to be something symbolic. But what?
She laid on her bed, hearing the old frame squeak in protest, and looked up at the ceiling. What could she get Lucius for Christmas?
After a few minutes of contemplation, she got an idea. She sat up as a smile grew on her face. It was something Lucius had been asking for, something he wanted. And it was something, that up until now, Hermione had been saying no to. Could she say yes now? Was she ready?
Deep down, she knew she was, but she had allowed her fear to control her up until now. But no more. She was in charge. Not her fear.
And she knew it was the only present she could truly give Lucius.
On Christmas morning, she quietly opened her own present from Lucius. It was a beautiful sweater. The feel of it, so much like a fluffy cat, made her want to press it against her cheek and nuzzles her nose on it. "Thank you."
Lucius chuckled. "I thought you would like it."
Hermione quickly put it on before folding her hands on her lap. "So, for my present, it might be a bit unconventional. There was nothing I could buy for you." Lucius opened his mouth to respond, but Hermione held up her hand. "I know you said I didn't have to get you anything, and I know you meant it, but I wanted to. Anyways, I thought really hard about what to give you, and I came up with an idea." She paused to take a deep breath. "I'm ready. I know I am."
"You're ready?" Lucius asked with a furrowed brow.
She nodded, waiting patiently for him to get it. She knew when he did because he pulled her into the lap.
"You're ready?" he asked again, his breath tickling her ear.
"Yes. I'm very ready. I'm ready to move in with you if you'll have me."
He squeezed her tightly, peppering tiny kisses on her neck. "Best Christmas present ever," he growled against the skin of her neck.
She smiled. She knew she made the right decision.
