Lucius Malfoy x Hermione Granger 1
Hermione Granger’s internship in the Ministry of Magic was crucial for her aspirations and future career ambitions. With her stellar scores in her N.E.W.Ts, she set her eyes on becoming the future Minister of Magic, if fate would have it. Dating the formidable Lucius Malfoy had undoubtedly boosted her social standing. Still, it grated on her that she had to continually remind Lucius not to use his influence to secure favors in her department.
"Well, I'm merely attempting to provide you with a slight nudge in the right direction, my dear," Lucius calmly replied as he sipped his tea when Hermione broached the issue.
"But I want to earn promotions based on my own merit," she argued, her determination unwavering.
Lucius leaned forward, his silvery hair gleaming in the soft light of their elegant dining room. "Hermione," he began, his tone gentle yet persuasive, "I admire your determination and unwavering commitment to excellence. However, the Ministry is a complex web of politics and connections. Sometimes, a strategic alliance can make all the difference in advancing your career."
Hermione sighed, knowing that there was a grain of truth in Lucius's words. The wizarding world was not always fair, and nepotism and favoritism often affected career progression. Still, her spirit rebelled against compromising her principles and had other people think that she was using Lucius’ power and influence to secure a position in the Ministry.
"I understand you, Lucius, but I want to prove I can rise through the ranks alone. Plus you kept donating new furniture in my office," she said firmly.
Lucius leaned in, his voice softening as he made his case. "Hermione, darling, you deserve the very best. I can't bear to see you working in less-than-ideal conditions. My contributions, anonymous as they are, are merely a token of my affection and admiration for you."
Hermione couldn't help but be touched by his words. While determined to succeed independently, she realized Lucius genuinely cared for her well-being. "I appreciate your concern, Lucius. But I want to be respected for my abilities, not for the comforts you provide."
Lucius chuckled, his fingers gently tracing the rim of his teacup. "You are indeed a remarkable woman, Darling. And I respect your principles. But don't mistake my actions for an attempt to undermine your abilities. I have faith in your talents, and I'm merely trying to create an environment where you can thrive."
“You really can’t understand my ‘No,’ huh? I just don’t want to be in debt to you.” Hermione chuckled.
“In this department, yes. I just want what’s best for you, Darling.” Lucius said as he patted his lap. “You can start paying your supposed debts to me by sitting on my lap.” He said with a playful smirk.
“You’re insufferable, Malfoy.” Hermione rolled her eyes and still perched herself on his lap, her hand running through her silvery hair.
Lucius couldn't help but grin as Hermione settled herself onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, relishing the closeness. "You know, Hermione, it's not a debt if it's freely given," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.
Hermione laughed, her eyes meeting his with a playful glint. "You always find a way to get what you want, right?"
"Only when what I want is you," Lucius replied, his voice low and filled with desire, her lips slowly landing on his. A simple gesture that connected their hearts and their ambitions.