I'm your best choice
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
'Miss Granger, join me?'
'I thought we decided to use Hermione, Lucius?'
'Yes, we did but I didn't know the protocol for public acknowledgement.' She grinned and sat down at the small table outside of the cafe.
'Lucius, how has your week gone?'
'Fine, I have a proposal for you.' As he pulled out a piece of paper.
'Really? What could you want now?' As she started to read. 'Oh, you're my best choice?' She giggled as she continued to read.
I, Lucius Malfoy, think I would be the best choice for Hermione Granger's future husband. I would like to make this proposal.
Further your education
Masters in potions
Open apothecary
Have the best ingredients*(see below)
2. Support your crusade of
Elfish welfare
Pay and holidays
Centaur welfare
Purchase dedicated land
Werewolf welfare
Purchase dedicated land
Brew wolfsbane*
3. Promise not to bore you with quidditch statistics
4. Take you to all of the best bookstores around the world
5. Promise to
Love you
Honor you
Cherish you
6. Promise to remain faithful to you until my last breath
7. To allow you to decide if and when you are ready to have children
'Future husband?' her eyebrow shot up. 'You have high hopes.' She smirked.
'Can't deny me my dreams.' He grinned.
'Dreams of me being your wife?' She sputtered.
'Well, I hope we can start with dating and slowly moving on to wife at a later date.' He grinned again.
'Yes, as you can see, I have explained everything clearly.'
'Yes, it looks like you have covered everything. So absolutely no quidditch stats?' Her head popped up to see him frown.
'I will try my best to not bore you with mindless drivel.' he said with a frown. 'I would hate to remind you of the boring red headed weasel. '
'So, you don't think Ron is good enough for me?'
'You really think you could have a happy life with him?' Lucius snarled. 'He is... a bore, a heathen, and the only reason he graduated Hogwarts is because of your help.' Hermione gasped at the proclamation. 'Yes, Draco told me all about him always copying your work, too busy trying to improve his quidditch game, to which I might add he is dreadful at. Miss Granger, He will only hold you back. I want to support you and all of your plans.'
'Remain faithful?' As she went down the list.
'Yes, for one I take that very seriously. I never once stepped out on Narcissa in all of the years we were together even tho she did. And two I know the weasel was not faithful to you and still claims to love you, but beds another.'
'How did you know that?'
'I happened to overhear the argument last week in the Three Broom Sticks. Pubs are not the place to air your dirty laundry, I could see you and Harry trying to redirect his temper tantrum, only to fail. He does turn a nice shade of red when he is angry. ' Lucius grinned.
'Yes, he does, his siblings have a bet as to when he will burst a blood vessel.' She grinned.
'But please take my offer into consideration. I will give you time to think it over, good day miss Granger.' As he got up to leave.
'What if I don't need time?'
'Any savvy businessperson takes time to contemplate every possible outcome before making a decision.'
'Ok, get my master's or start popping out kids? Have the chance to help elves, centaurs and werewolves or stay home to cook and clean up after a slob? Have a loving, caring spouse who actually cares about me? I would need to commit myself to the Janice Thicky ward at St Mungo's if I didn't choose you, Lucius Malfoy.'
'I guess I would have to agree with that statement. Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?'
'Yes, as long as you let me take you to a muggle restaurant? '
'I guess I could let you torture me for one night.' He grinned.
'Oi, torture you? I know some very good muggle places to eat.' she hissed.