(This is first fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short, and the storyline isn't brilliant but it is okay for a first attempt I suppose.
I don't own the characters; they belong to JK Rowling and her fabulous imagination. The plotline is mine though, unfortunately.)
Chapter 15
Lucius Malfoy was in love with Hermione Granger. At least, he thought he was. As he sat in his empty classroom marking some sixth-year papers his thoughts were all about her. How he felt when he saw her, thought of her. He just felt happy. He hadn't felt like this about Narcissa. This feeling was almost alien. He remembered feeling it about Draco though. He had loved his son, but rarely shown it. He did know this feeling. When you care deeply for someone and want to look after them, protect them, hold them, be there for them…just love them. Although in this instance, Lucius also wanted to kiss her, and cuddle her and caress her.
Lucius nodded his head as he awarded Colin Creevey twenty points for his homework. Yes. He was definitely in love. And how great it felt to be so, even if it was with a muggle-born witch who was twenty-five years his junior. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He wanted to spend his entire life with her, have children with her, work to earn money to support her. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to be hers. He wanted her to be his. He wanted Hermione. He just wished she wanted him too. Lucius finished marking the papers, and leant back in his chair. He was in love with Hermione Granger, and the thought of it brought a smile to his face. Not a sneer like you would have seen on his face before he'd changed, but a genuine happy smile. Lucius was in love.