Lucius fumed in his office. The office itself showed his temper. Books were ripped apart and strewn around the room. The glass in the photos were smashed. The furniture was turned over. Draco had come in to see what the commotion was and at one furious glance from Lucius had backed out quickly. The elder Malfoys eyes blazed in his anger. He practically snarled at his only son. `The reason behind this temper sat smoldering on his wooden desk.. He couldn't believe that they had the atrocity to send him such a letter. What was the ministry thinking? Had they lost their dim witted minds? He blamed this on Narcissa. If she had been alive this would never had happened. Whoever heard of a witch getting cancer? Lucius had gone on a rampage the day she had died. He had destroyed half of the hospital. After two months in Askaban and many galleons later, He had been released. Now the Ministry have the nerve to send him this. Lucious stalked to the desk and sneered down at the parchment. It read like this:
To whom it may concern,
We hope that this letter finds you in good health. This correspondence is to introduce the new Marriage law.
This law is due to the fact that there is a significant drop in the magical community. We at the ministry feel that the inter gifted mingled marriage is the best way to overcome this problem. Therefore the following will take effect immediately.
Any single pureblood of the age fifty or younger must marry a Muggle or Muggle Born. And conceive a child within 2 years. Any wizard or witch not obliging by the law will be sentenced to ten years in Askaban. Every eligible patron must be married on or before October 31.
Any questions should be forwarded to The marriage department at the Ministry of Magic.
Your Truly.
Aurthur Weasley
Minister of magic.
MOM
Lucius now growled loudly and set fir to the parchment. He grinned wickedly as he watched it burn. At forty-six, he was just below the cut off. He was going to have to marry. There was no way he was going back to that prison. He was also not going to marry a mud blood. If His only other option was to be a Muggle, so be it. "Draco!" Lucius bellowed. Moments later the door to his office slowly swung open revealing his pale faced, frightened sixteen year old son. Draco was rightly frightened of his father yet he knew not to keep him waiting. The two Malfoy men gazed at each other from across the room. So alike in features and temperament, it was like looking back in time for Lucius. "What do you know of Muggle places of enjoyment?" Lucius asked. Draco blinked. In truth he knew very little on the subject. He had never been one to say much attention to muggles or anything about them. He did not dare tell his father this however. Draco thought for a moment. "Clubs?" He finally said softly. "Muggles like clubs."
Lucius listened as his son spoke. Clubs? Lucius had heard of such places. Locations with music and drinks and Muggle's mingling. He nodded. Where better to meet a muggle woman. Lucius went nowhere that a muggle would be found. Lucius nodded slowly. He picked up his walking stick and walked to the door. Draco stepped back. As the two Malfoys crossed paths, Lucius looked down at Draco and favored him with a rare smile. Sometimes the boy could be quite helpful. Lucius tapped Draco almost lovingly on the shoulder with the nose of the silver snake on the stick. If Lucius was going to be forced into this. It was not going to be with a unattractive muggle. Lucius headed up to his bedroom. He still had a lot of Narcissa's items in the room. He could not yet bare the thought of getting rid of everything. He looked around slowly and then went to the walk in closet. Lucius had a few items of muggle clothes from when Narcissa had talked him into going to the muggle operas with her. He now pulled out a pair of black dress pants a white dress shirt. His long white blond hair hung down upon his shoulders and his shirt collar was open. Even at his age, he was a ladies man.
Miley was not sure what brought her out tonight. She didn't really have the money to be out partying or to pay the babysitter who was due to be her in the next twenty minutes. Her eleven year old daughter Hanna was sitting on the counter watching Miley get ready. "What time are you going to be home?" Hanna asked. "I'm not sure." Miley replied. "Where are you going?" "A few places." "Why?" "Because." "How…" "Hanna." Miley said exasperated. "Enough questions." Miley smiled at her daughter. "You'll be in bed when I get home. I'll see you in the morning." Miley finished with her hair and started on her makeup. It was Miley's best friends birthday. Janie was turning 30. The big one as Janie joked even though Miley was already 36. In truth, Miley did not know exactly where they were going to check out the casino and a club. Half an hour later, Miley was being ushered out the door.
She had been the lucky one and therefore the first round of drinks was on her. She had been weary about spending a lot of money at the casino but when she had won the hand at the blackjack table, Miley felt a little better. Now she stood at the bar in the casino's club and waited for the tray of drinks she had ordered. She was suddenly hit by a hard object and Miley turned slightly looking down. It was a sort of can that had hit her. Miley only had a moment to glance at the unique object before it was picked up by its owner. The cane was long thick and dark wood. It had was looked like a silver tip but it was the top that caught her attention. It was a snake head. A thick and glossy snake head. Even in this light, the snake glimmered. Miley reached out to touch it but within seconds it was gone. Miley looked up in surprise.
Standing beside her and gazing back with almost a sneer on his face stood a tall , blond and attractive man. Miley's eyes traveled from his full lips to his crystal grey eyes to his long shiny and well cut white blond hair. She looked back up into his eyes to find him watching her. Miley looked away with a small gasp. She could feel the heat rising in her neck and cheeks. "I'm sorry." She nearly whispered. Her drinks were ready. Miley picked the tray up and turned away. She walked back to the table and sat down the tray. "Who was that?" Christian asked a little too loudly. The other woman began looking at the blond and then asking questions as well. Miley flushed even more. "I don't know." She said in return. She fought the urge to turn around. She was being silly anyways. He was an attractive man. There was now way that he would want to be seen with a slightly over weight widowed mother. Miley had a very negative attitude about herself. At 5'8 she was tall but about thirty pounds over weight. Her hair was long, curly and auburn. Her eyes almost black. She had a skin color not unlike coffee and cream. She was exotic and fresh. She was not an un-attractive woman in anyone's eyes except her own. She slowly sat and took her drink.
Lucius took the beer the muggle handed him. He fumbled slightly with the paper currency. Why did this money have to be so difficult? He finally got a bill out and handed it over. The bartender looked a little strange almost as if Lucius had done something strange. He wondered if he had given too much money. He sighed inwardly. It did not matter. Lucius slipped onto a stool and rested the walking stick against his inner thigh. He watched the darker skinned woman. He saw her friends glance his way and his gaze did not falter. She interested him. She was a little heavier than he would normally like but she was different. The sway of her hips and the curve of her thighs caught his attention. For a muggle she was passable. He drank from his beer. He could not believe that he was picking out a muggle to marry. He had always kept him blood pure. No mater how interesting a muggle was, he would never fully accept her. He had some time anyways.
Lucius stood slowly and with a low spoken word and a flick of his wrist, the stick was gone back the Manor. It would only get in his way. He finished his beer and then slowly walked towards the table with the dark beauty and her friends. This was going to have to be good. He was going to have to sweet talk the woman into marrying him in two months time. He was going to have to put aside his disgust and anger, at least for the time being. After they were married, she was his to do with as he wished. He picked up the word "Birthday" and looked around the table. One woman had a outrages numer of drinks before her. All of the woman looked to him as he approached. A few smiled other were still. "Happy Birthday." Lucius said to the birthday girl and he forced a smile. She blushed and thanked him. Lucius looked to The woman from the bar. He bent down slightly. "Would you like to dance?" He asked her in his attractive British accent. She seemed to falter before she replied "Of course." Directly into his ear. He nodded and then stepped back. He offered a open hand to the muggle. "Ladies." He said to the others.