Day 12: An Attempt at Courting
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adventdrabblesTitle: An Attempt at Courting
Author:maraudersaffair
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Hermione/Lucius
Rating: Mature
Prompt: Burnt Reindeer Cookies
Summary: Lucius drops in at Hermione's bakery to ask her out. She doesn't believe him.
Hermione was whipping up a batch of reindeer biscuits in the back of her bakery when there was a knock on her door. She frowned. Barely anyone used the kitchen door when they visited.
Wiping her hands on her apron, she went to the door and opened it. She blinked. Lucius Malfoy stood on the other side. He wore a set of robes that looked as if they cost a million Galleons. He wore bejewelled rings on his fingers. His hair was so blond it looked like ice.
“Um,” she said.
“I hope I’m not interrupting. May I come in?”
“Um, sure.” She stepped aside and let him sneak past her into the warm kitchen. His cologne was very sexy. It smelled like a Parisian cigare shop and a tumbler of the finest bourbon.
“Would you care for a cup of tea?” she asked him awkwardly.
“No, thank you.”
A silence settled over them. They both appeared to not know what to say.
She fidgeted. “Did you want to place an order or something?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
He stared at her face so long that it nearly became a leer. “Have you noticed that I’m one of your most frequent customers?”
She laughed. “Of course.” It was difficult to miss Lucius Malfoy looming in the eatery section of her cosy bakery.
“Would you believe me if I said it was because of you?”
“Like my baking?.”
“No.” He stood taller, straightening his shoulders. He stared down his arrogant nose at her. “I believe this is me trying to court you, Miss Granger.”
“Sorry?”
He took a step closer. “I’m attracted to you.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
He frowned.
She smiled up at him, waiting patiently. When he didn’t respond, she sighed and said, “Will you tell me what really brought you here?”
His frown only deepened. “I just told you I’m attempting to court you.”
“Yeah … And I call bullshit.”
“Well, it’s not.”
She threw her head back and laughed loudly. “You couldn’t possibly want me. I’m beneath you, aren’t I? Your kind think people like me are cockroaches or something.”
“No.” His gaze darkened and he took a step forward. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “I want you, Granger.”
Another loud laugh. “Tell me why.”
“You are very beautiful.”
“I’m covered in flour most days, but thank you.”
He smiled. “The flour is very becoming, I assure you.”
“I’m a widower,” he said.
“Does that mean you’re desperate or something?”
His smile turned brittle. “No, but I am … eager.”
“Eager?”
He grabbed one of the strings on her apron and pulled her closer. “To please.”
She bit her lip. “I still don’t believe it.”
“How can I prove it to you?”
“I don’t know … You’ll need to snog me or something.”
He looked very focussed as he touched her hair, then her chin. He took her into his arms and stared down at her. “Are you sure?”
“No, but I want you to kiss me anyway.”
Lucius pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were soft.
Hermione let out a gasp, her arms hooking around his neck. She arched against him, feeling how her breasts dragged against his chest.
Lucius moaned and deepened the kiss. His tongue was warm as it flicked against hers. He tasted of just the faintest trace of tobacco.
She felt herself grow wet between the thighs. It made her whimper.
Then she smelled burning and shoved out of his grasp. “Oh no!”
Hermione ran to the oven and pulled out the biscuits. The reindeer were charred.
“Bollocks,” she said.
Lucius laughed.
Author:
maraudersaffairFandom: HP
Pairing: Hermione/Lucius
Rating: Mature
Prompt: Burnt Reindeer Cookies
Summary: Lucius drops in at Hermione's bakery to ask her out. She doesn't believe him.
Hermione was whipping up a batch of reindeer biscuits in the back of her bakery when there was a knock on her door. She frowned. Barely anyone used the kitchen door when they visited.
Wiping her hands on her apron, she went to the door and opened it. She blinked. Lucius Malfoy stood on the other side. He wore a set of robes that looked as if they cost a million Galleons. He wore bejewelled rings on his fingers. His hair was so blond it looked like ice.
“Um,” she said.
“I hope I’m not interrupting. May I come in?”
“Um, sure.” She stepped aside and let him sneak past her into the warm kitchen. His cologne was very sexy. It smelled like a Parisian cigare shop and a tumbler of the finest bourbon.
“Would you care for a cup of tea?” she asked him awkwardly.
“No, thank you.”
A silence settled over them. They both appeared to not know what to say.
She fidgeted. “Did you want to place an order or something?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
He stared at her face so long that it nearly became a leer. “Have you noticed that I’m one of your most frequent customers?”
She laughed. “Of course.” It was difficult to miss Lucius Malfoy looming in the eatery section of her cosy bakery.
“Would you believe me if I said it was because of you?”
“Like my baking?.”
“No.” He stood taller, straightening his shoulders. He stared down his arrogant nose at her. “I believe this is me trying to court you, Miss Granger.”
“Sorry?”
He took a step closer. “I’m attracted to you.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
He frowned.
She smiled up at him, waiting patiently. When he didn’t respond, she sighed and said, “Will you tell me what really brought you here?”
His frown only deepened. “I just told you I’m attempting to court you.”
“Yeah … And I call bullshit.”
“Well, it’s not.”
She threw her head back and laughed loudly. “You couldn’t possibly want me. I’m beneath you, aren’t I? Your kind think people like me are cockroaches or something.”
“No.” His gaze darkened and he took a step forward. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “I want you, Granger.”
Another loud laugh. “Tell me why.”
“You are very beautiful.”
“I’m covered in flour most days, but thank you.”
He smiled. “The flour is very becoming, I assure you.”
“I’m a widower,” he said.
“Does that mean you’re desperate or something?”
His smile turned brittle. “No, but I am … eager.”
“Eager?”
He grabbed one of the strings on her apron and pulled her closer. “To please.”
She bit her lip. “I still don’t believe it.”
“How can I prove it to you?”
“I don’t know … You’ll need to snog me or something.”
He looked very focussed as he touched her hair, then her chin. He took her into his arms and stared down at her. “Are you sure?”
“No, but I want you to kiss me anyway.”
Lucius pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were soft.
Hermione let out a gasp, her arms hooking around his neck. She arched against him, feeling how her breasts dragged against his chest.
Lucius moaned and deepened the kiss. His tongue was warm as it flicked against hers. He tasted of just the faintest trace of tobacco.
She felt herself grow wet between the thighs. It made her whimper.
Then she smelled burning and shoved out of his grasp. “Oh no!”
Hermione ran to the oven and pulled out the biscuits. The reindeer were charred.
“Bollocks,” she said.
Lucius laughed.
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Date: 2023-12-13 04:03 am (UTC)Tricky to make burnt cookies sexy but you managed.
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Date: 2023-12-13 09:41 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!