THC
Ravenclaw
DADA
Drabble
[First Line] He knew that they couldn't hide themselves for much longer.
Getting Caught
He knew that they couldn't hide themselves for much longer. It wasn't like he had wanted to stay hidden, he simply didn't want to face all the drama with reporters following him everywhere, harassing his family, and all the gossip. His life was so peaceful and he didn't want it to end.
Lucius was looking at himself in the mirror. He took his time admiring how perfectly his silky hair cascaded over his shoulder and how well his three-piece suit accentuated his sculpted silhouette. With his outfit in place and him looking his very best, he was ready to head out.
He apparated into a narrow side alley in Muggle London, like he always did. With certainty swinging through his every step, Lucius walked to the antique bookstore. While the store was run by an elderly Muggle, it was the ideal place to hunt for lost books. It was in this store where he had discovered one of only four remaining copies of Aiken Welche's Guide to the Dark Arts and it was in this store where he found not just a life worth living but also himself again.
The door squealed as he entered. Lucius squeezed himself through the narrow path surrounded by ceiling-high bookshelves. His eyes scanned the spines of the books looking for something to catch his attention. Deep inside the store, he ascended the spiral staircase.
Arriving at the upper level, his eyes were immediately drawn to the perfectly round, thick bumm. She was leaning over the railing engulfed in her book. A smirk formed and he licked his lips. It was too perfect, he simply couldn't resist.
He cast a silencing charm so that his heavy footsteps wouldn't be audible on the cracking floor and he snuck up on her. Getting closer and closer, he raised his hand. Lucius stopped right behind her. With full force, he smacked her plum cheeks.
She let out a loud shriek, nearly dropping the book she was holding. There was a flash of bright light and he couldn't help but chuckle. She looked at him with her big brown eyes and from outside, he heard the distinct loud 'plop' of an overheastly disapparition.
"Lucius!" Hermione shrieked. Her hands were clenched around the closed book and sparks were coming off her bushy hair. Her anger disappeared from her eyes for a brief moment as the realization that they had just been photographed kicked in.
She slapped him with the heavy book. "You can't do that! We're in public."
"And I thought that we keep seeing each other in Muggle London to enjoy our privacy."
"Don't pretend you don't know what I mean." Hermione let out a frustrated groan. "And now I have to tell everyone about us before they read it in the Prophet." She pressed the book into his hands and walked away.
"I thought we wanted to spend some time together."
"You got us caught."
Lucius watched her leave the bookstore. He couldn't have known that the Daily Prophet had decided to visit this particular store for their series on antique hunting on that particular day.
He paid for his witch's book and returned home, far too early and alone. He sighed, dreading the difficult conversation with his son that was ahead of him.