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Drabbles
Mind-Healer Hermione Granger wandered past the St. Mungo's boardroom on her way to the small library and caught a severe case of whiplash.
No, he wouldn't.
Moving backward quietly, casting a swift notice-me-not charm in the process, she peered past the door frame into the cavernous room.
Sure enough, there he was, stark as the day his mother- satan's sweetheart herself - delivered him.
Well, almost naked, he had on a robe. Though not even a wizard's robe, but a bloody bathrobe at that.
How on earth was she supposed to handle this? Was it even up to her to have to deal with this? After all, was he really hurting anyone?
As Board President, he was the one who spent the most time here anyway. It's not like anyone on the street below could see him as the exterior was spelled to look like a department store and not a floor-to-ceiling glass window.
But Why? Why come in here and expose himself, knowing no one could see him? Was it a power thing for him to stand there in his 6'2 godlike grandeur and look down at the muggles of the world and feel superior?
Hermione noticed her heart beating a little faster, considering the various psychological aspects of what could bring Lucius Malfoy up to this room.
"Perhaps it's because I knew you'd be coming by since you are the only one I know who uses this poor excuse for a Hospital Library." The nearly Naked man (with apparently exceptional legilimens skills) stated coolly.
Damn. She was caught.