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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-04-18 06:37 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-04-18 06:37 pm
Entry tags:
Understanding (Lucius/Hermione, G)
Title: Understanding
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: G
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Word Count: 452
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Narcissa's POV.
Summary: Narcissa wants to hate Hermione Granger.
Author’s Notes: Written for April Prompt 1 at Dyno Drabbles on LJ. Drabbles were to be inspired by the phrase "Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right" and include a wand.
I watch them all the time. It’s hard not to. I know most people would find something more…pleasant to do with their afterlife, but I have to admit finding my joy in watching my replacement attempt the one thing that I found out in life was impossible: taming Lucius Malfoy.
I like to think I know every hair on my husband’s (I refuse to think of him as anything else) head and every thought that passes under them. He was without a doubt the love of my life, and I studied him carefully from the day my parents told me that he was to be my betrothed. Even now, when I’ve passed the second anniversary of my death, I take my eyes from him only to look after my son, who recently had a son of his own. I still don’t approve that he settled for a Greengrass, but my grandson is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
It’s her, the Granger girl, that I don’t understand. They’ve been together nearly a year now, and yet I can’t bring myself to hate her as thoroughly as I would like. Mainly because she’s doing everything wrong.
Of course, she went in believing she could change him. It was as though she thought, with solely her influence, he would suddenly sprout red hair and want another six children.
I’m surprised she didn’t hear me laughing all the way from here the day she told him he should cut his hair.
And the night she asked him to dismiss the house elves? Sparks shot from his fingers, she pulled her wand on him, and I still frown every time I look at the now singed corner of my favorite end-table, which got caught in the crossfire.
People come and go from the Manor all the time, her friends and his never coming at the same time, though every guest shares the same disapproving, confused grimace when his hand rests upon hers.
And this, I suppose, is the real reason I can’t hate Hermione Granger. Despite everything she does wrong, every time she looks at him I see the same disbelieving adoration I felt for decades with that man by my side. No matter the fights he starts or the ways he challenges you, all you can do is love Lucius, and she’s figured that out in ways I didn’t believe any other woman could.
The only thing I haven’t figured out is what I’ll do if she ever hurts him, but I do have an appointment with a man who can get me a guest appearance in one of her dreams.
I may not hate her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t threaten her.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: G
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Word Count: 452
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Narcissa's POV.
Summary: Narcissa wants to hate Hermione Granger.
Author’s Notes: Written for April Prompt 1 at Dyno Drabbles on LJ. Drabbles were to be inspired by the phrase "Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right" and include a wand.
I watch them all the time. It’s hard not to. I know most people would find something more…pleasant to do with their afterlife, but I have to admit finding my joy in watching my replacement attempt the one thing that I found out in life was impossible: taming Lucius Malfoy.
I like to think I know every hair on my husband’s (I refuse to think of him as anything else) head and every thought that passes under them. He was without a doubt the love of my life, and I studied him carefully from the day my parents told me that he was to be my betrothed. Even now, when I’ve passed the second anniversary of my death, I take my eyes from him only to look after my son, who recently had a son of his own. I still don’t approve that he settled for a Greengrass, but my grandson is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
It’s her, the Granger girl, that I don’t understand. They’ve been together nearly a year now, and yet I can’t bring myself to hate her as thoroughly as I would like. Mainly because she’s doing everything wrong.
Of course, she went in believing she could change him. It was as though she thought, with solely her influence, he would suddenly sprout red hair and want another six children.
I’m surprised she didn’t hear me laughing all the way from here the day she told him he should cut his hair.
And the night she asked him to dismiss the house elves? Sparks shot from his fingers, she pulled her wand on him, and I still frown every time I look at the now singed corner of my favorite end-table, which got caught in the crossfire.
People come and go from the Manor all the time, her friends and his never coming at the same time, though every guest shares the same disapproving, confused grimace when his hand rests upon hers.
And this, I suppose, is the real reason I can’t hate Hermione Granger. Despite everything she does wrong, every time she looks at him I see the same disbelieving adoration I felt for decades with that man by my side. No matter the fights he starts or the ways he challenges you, all you can do is love Lucius, and she’s figured that out in ways I didn’t believe any other woman could.
The only thing I haven’t figured out is what I’ll do if she ever hurts him, but I do have an appointment with a man who can get me a guest appearance in one of her dreams.
I may not hate her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t threaten her.