(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 18
Lucius sat down and started serving himself dinner, a bemused expression on his face. A few of his colleagues noticed and exchanged confused looks. Headmistress McGonagall leaned over to ask.
"Professor Malfoy, why on earth is your face like that?"
"Like what?" Lucius asked, not looking at her, his eyes looked at the Gryffindor table, and a brown curly haired Gryffindor in particular.
"So…so…happy!" McGonagall exclaimed suddenly. Lucius came out of his daze to look at her and his fellow members of staff, who were all looking at him as they were used to seeing Lucius sullen and sad, not happy.
"Oh well. I'm just happy." He said softly; almost as if he were in a daydream. He decided to withhold the new information about Hermione's feelings for him. Some of the staff looked happy with this answer but McGonagall and a few others weren't so pleased with his answer; especially the female teachers who were hoping to catch Lucius's eye. McGonagall looked shrewdly at Lucius before sighing, with her nostrils flaring and mouth thin, before looking away. The female teachers followed suit, apart from Professor Sinistra, who thought Astronomy.
Do you know Lucius? It almost looks like you're in love." She said, trying hard to hide her disappointment. She hoped he'd laugh and scoff at her accusation, but her hopes were dashed when he didn't reply but just turned his head to look at her and smiled in a knowing way. Aurora Sinistra's smile drooped and Lucius looked away. He began to eat his evening meal.
Lucius ate his dinner silently, his eyes focused on Hermione. He was wondering whether or not to tell her he felt the same way about her. He studied her face and figure intently. The way her hair fell in soft, thick curls down her back. The way her eyes were like warm pools of molten chocolate. The way her smile reached her eyes, making them sparkle. The way her hips and bum swayed when she walked. The way she laughed heartily. The way she talked passionately about the things she loves. The way she enjoys reading books and learning. He just loved the way she was. He loved her. And he wanted her to know it. Yes. Lucius put his knife and fork down as he finished his meal; he was going to tell her.