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Lucius Malfoy: Now and Again
Lucius Malfoy entered the great dining hall.
Set before him was a long, sleek, mahogany table, which shined in the light. It stretched from one side of the room to the other. Usually when one would
encounter such a table, they would stop to admire it. Lucius didn't take a second glance.
At one end of the table sat a beautiful, slender woman. Long flaxen hair fell down around her shoulders and she was cloaked in a midnight blue dress which highlighted all her features.
Placed a couple seats further down from her was a boy aged 15. One would say he had the same look of his father. Silver blonde hair framed his pale skin perfectly. He had high cheekbones and cold gray eyes, usually filled with a look of malice. It was almost like looking at himself at the age of 15 often thought Lucius.
He seated himself at the table, where hot coffee and the Daily Prophet were waiting for him, as usual.
A maid cautiously approached him.
"Would you like some toast with that sir?" asked the maid, looking as if she longed to get away.
He gave her a sneer.
The maid had been in the household long enough to know this meant yes. She scuttled away to the kitchen.
He sat at the table sipping his coffee and reading the Daily Prophet in silence.
Narcissia and Draco both knew that Lucius didn't like mindless conversation at the breakfast table. And they respected this. Lucius in a bad mood wasn't a pretty sight. So not a word was exchanged.
For the first time that morning Lucius glanced over at his wife.
"Wearing those old robes again? I would have thought that you would at least have the decency to change every now and again." He said in a cold voice.
"I haven't worn this dress for at least 2 months. I...I thought you liked it." Narcissia stammered.
"I told you I liked it the first time you wore it. And the second time. Not the 3rd, 4th or 10th time."
Narcissia looked like she was about to say something. But decided it was a good idea if she kept her mouth shut. He was already in a bad mood. Only a fool would try and make it worse.
On the outside Lucius looked like a cold and distasteful person. Which he was very much indeed. But he knew, that if you ventured far down beneath the surface, at the core of his dark heart you would find love.
Though these feelings rarely ever reached the surface. Every now and again they did. He doubted whether anyone had ever seen him the least bit emotional before.
His eyes were always the same. Cold and gray. It was almost like looking into a frozen pond. Not the least bit readable. And as usual, a very well placed Malfoy sneer, usually accompanied his gaze.
Though he didn't always realize it. He did love Narcissia. She was more then just a trophy wife to him. Even if he never showed it. It was un - Malfoy. Anyway, he was trying to set a good example to his son. To let him know who was man of the house. Not to let some girl boss him around. He shuddered. A Malfoy's worst nightmare. Taking orders from someone less then equal to him.
"Very well then" he replied less crudely. "Take some money and go and buy some fancy dress robes. You may be excused now".
She stared at him in astonishment, then stood up almost knocking over one of the maids who had started clearing away the table, and hastily but well - mannered left the room.
"Draco" snapped Lucius.
"Yes father".
Draco might have been known as rude and obnoxious at school, but in front of his father he had always shown the utter most respect.
"I have some business in Knockturn Alley to attend too. I would wish for you to accompany me."
"But.........." Replied Draco.
"That is not a request, Draco. That is an order". Lucius now had a slight edge to his voice, which was a warning sign.
"Most certainly father".
* * * * * * * *
Lucius studied himself in the looking glass. He was a handsome man, and he knew it. His high cheekbones, pale skin and silver blonde hair contrasted well together. And when matched against his luxuriant hand made cloak and styled hair, he had been known to make women faint. If Narcissica hadn't been so damned frightened of him she would have found him very attractive.
Today he was no different. He was wearing a black velvet cloak, with a silver lining at the bottom, and a silver serpent clasp.
He looked even more handsome today then as usual, he thought obnoxiously to himself, as he looked down at his well-polished black shoes with silk shoelaces.
All of the Malfoys had been known to have straight white blonde hair and gray eyes. And all of them had always carried a sneer with them where ever they went. It was almost like a trademark.
They weren't a pleasant lot. In fact, they were one of the most notorious families' in England. Everyone knew they were deeply involved in the Dark Arts. And anyone, who had ever dared speak forth about it, had always ended up mysteriously disappearing.
The Malfoy's were a bad dream. The only way to describe them.
* * * * * * *
Lucius Malfoy marched down the stairs with a quickened pace.
Draco was not there yet.
Impatient as he was, he magically magnified his voice.
"Draco........." he shouted. The name Draco was heard all through out the giant Manor. It went echoing down halls, windows shattered and 1 or 2 mirrors cracked.
A minute later Draco appeared from behind a suit of armor. Obviously one of the many hidden passages of the mansion.
"Yes father".
"Your late" replied a chilling voice. "You know I don't like to be kept waiting. Is that clear"
"Yes father. I won't do it again".
Lucius took a moment to survey Draco. His sharp eyes took in every little detail.
As Lucius was, Draco was also dressed in black velvet robes. The lining was made of dark emerald silk and the clasp was a gold M representing Malfoy.
"Do your top button up. It isn't appropriate" commanded Lucius.
* * * * * * *
Draco and Lucius set down Knockturn Alley. It was busy, a lot of people were out and about doing their Sunday shopping. But this didn't worry Lucius. The crowd parted easily to either side of them. Whether they knew who they were or not, but most did. Everyone had heard the name Malfoy before. Even though it was an extremely uncommon surname.
About half way down Knockturn Alley Lucius automatically turned left into a small dingy looking shop, clearly devoted to the Dark Arts. Draco followed behind him. He had a flush to his pale face and was clearly puffed out, from trying to keep up with his father's footsteps.
The store was large and spacious, something you would have never been able to tell from the outside. It had an assortment of objects devoted to the Dark Arts and every nook and cranny was filled with tell-tale shadows.
Lucius went up and tapped impatiently on the counter. Immediately an old stooped man appeared before him. His face was old and wrinkled and his lips were the same color of his tanned skin, which made it appear as if they had merged together.
"Lucius" greeted the man, "I was not expecting to see you today".
"And that is a problem?" replied Lucius.
"No, no. Of course not. Always a pleasure to see you".
Lucius's lip curled. "Today is not a social call, I'm afraid. I have some important matters to discuss with you".
"I see," murmured Nott, in a undertone.
"And here is clearly not the place to discuss it", Lucius added with a menacing edge to his voice.
"Of course not, follow me".
Nott lead Lucius out of the room, and into a slightly smaller one out the back. They had both appeared to have forgotten about Draco.
Lucius looked Nott straight in the eye, his gaze did not waver.
All of the Malfoy's had a gift of being able to bring the most experienced liars crumbling to pieces.
Today was no different.
"We have a slight problem. Dumbledore......", Lucius spat out the name with such hatred that a slight spasm crossed his face, "has apparently sent that ill-bred game keeper and Madame Maxime to befriend the Giants. Though most of our fellow Death Eaters believe that this opposes no threat to us, because they foolishly figured that the Great Giants are our natural allies. I myself wouldn't be so certain".
"Yes, I see what you mean", nodded Nott in agreement.
"As I was saying" continued Lucius, "the Giants may be brainless. But all the same, having them on our side our side would make us stronger and would also propose more of a threat to the Magical Community."
"But..............., that is not the only reason you came here, was it?" said Nott, staring quizzically at Lucius.
"No indeed, it wasn't. Bad news. Snape is back."
"Surly............... the Dark Lord wouldn't have welcomed him back,........." Nott wondered out loud.
"I wouldn't quite call it a welcome. He did have to pay of course." Lucius remarked approvingly. "And the Dark Lord did remind him he was greatly in dept."
"I sure I heard rumors about him playing the role as a spy. Can he be trusted?"
"That is what many others agree. But who knows how the Dark Lords mind works. He must have something planned out for Severus......... but what?" pondered Lucius.
All of a sudden Lucius was cut off mid sentence as a loud clash followed by a spitting and a hissing could be heard coming from the front room.
Apparently Draco had got bored of waiting and had decided to examine the different objects placed around the room. One of the big leather books had caught his eyes, and without thinking, he had opened it.
Straight away, he had known that he had done the wrong thing. Purple acid had swelled up from inside the book, burning away at the pages and causing hissing and spitting.
"Foolish boy", shouted Nott. "That was the only copy left of Crucifix Curses. Look at how much damage you have caused me." He angrily pulled out his want and aimed it at Draco, when a tight hand clamped on his shoulder.
"Calm down, Nott. That is my only heir you are talking about.
Seeing the look on Lucius's face could have chilled anyone to the bone. Nott quickly pocketed his wand and apologized to Draco.
With that Lucius swept Draco out of the store.
* * * * * * *
"I expect more from you Draco. You have been raised well. Not like some ill-halfbred. You have had many luxuries. Maybe too many, I dare say. You may be possessed with my good looks, but I am beginning to think you have only half me brain, You will be punished severely when you get home. Is that understood." Lucius said icily.
"Yes father. That is understood", Draco replied, not meeting his eye.
Lucius turned his head the other way. Opposite from Draco. He stared out the window. As his chauffeured driven Rolls Royce zipped smoothly along the countryside.
They passed green paddocks, dotted with cows and every now and then they saw a muggle house. Hatred filed through him like poison. He had been taught to hate muggles and mudbloods by his father, just as his father had been taught by his grandfather, and so on. It ran through the family.
In fact, now thinking about it. Lucius Malfoy could remember never feeling any other emotion towards muggles, apart from sheer hatred. Not even sympathy towards those pathetic mortals, as many other wizards did.
He noticed that the car had started to slow down. The first sign that they were nearly home, was when they passed an old manor nearly as big as the Malfoy's manor and just as old. It was surrounded by deeply enriched gardens, which spread out for a kilometer or so, until it reached the border of the Malfoy territory. It was common knowledge that it had been sold recently, but to who? No one knew.
And for the first time Lucius found himself puzzling over the answer. Lucius usually didn't bother himself with such information, unless it benefited him in some way. He had better things to do with his time.
But whoever had bought that house, must be almost as rich as the Malfoy's, if not as rich.
The car turned left into the driveway and proceeded to drive along the driveway for about 5 minutes until finally pulling up in front of the manor.
* * * * * *
Once again he found himself wondering through his massive gardens. Whenever Lucius felt that he needed to gather his thoughts and clear his head, this would be the place to come. This was one of those times.
Somedays he would wonder aimlessly around the gardens for hours, without even realizing it.
There was always something new to be discovered.
On the left side of the West Wing of the manor stood towering hedges, which formed a giant maze. Only a Malfoy knew how to get through it. Every so on Lucius would venture into the maze, and on the odd occasion he would find human sculls and bones, from people who had went in, and never came out.
On the right side of the East Wing lush gardens were laid out until eventually meeting the next property.
At the front of the manor were flowerbeds and mowed green lawns, spread out between hedges.
And at the back of the estate was an orchard, and behind that were hills and hills of dewy green paddocks with a small creek running through them.
Today Lucius walked east, heading away from the Manor. He didn't dawdle, Malfoy's never dawdled, but he set himself at a slower pace then usual.
Visitors and guests had always commented on how lovely the gardens looked, and how very bright and cheerful they were, "you must tell me who you gardener is".
To Lucius they looked no different then any other garden. Sometimes they even looked gray and shabby to him. But he also remembered that once a wise wizard told him that ........., "In a world full of illusions, you only see what you feel."
And that was strongly the case here, he thought to himself.
Lucius looked up, just in time to see a flurry of white disappear behind the tree.
He fastened his pace, to see who was there. Thoughts raced through his mind, such as:
What kind of idiot would venture onto his property,
and, how dare someone spy on him, when he was looking as un-Malfoy as possible.
Lucius stopped abruptly. He had reached a clearing in the woods, where a small meadow had formed. And about 10 meters in front of him was a girl, no older then 15. She was lying on her stomach in the sun and wore a loose white floaty dress, which clung to her hips. Her hair was a wavy light brown, which fell far below her shoulders and ended with loose whispy curls. A handmade daisy chain was strung through her hair and she had rosy cheeks and naturally pink lips. But her eyes were a different matter. They weren't green, but they weren't blue. They looked like a mixture of blue, green and gray, coated with thick black eyelashes.
"What are you doing on my property, get off now!", Lucius spat out, far harsher then he realized.
She looked him straight in the eye and held his gaze. Something few had dared to do.
Her eyes were searching. Looking past his harsh gaze and into his soul.
Something no one had ever done before. Lucius didn't feel so secure anymore. She had past his unbreakable barrier.
"I believe", she said in a confident tone, "that you are on my property".
Lucius looked around him, it was true. He must have wondered further then he had thought. But he wasn't about to admit he was wrong. He had far too much pride.
"Who are you?" he asked coldly.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking the questions? After all, this is my property," she reminded him.
"Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy", he told her.
Her reaction wasn't quite what he expected. Most would apologize and/or hastily try and get away.
The girl did neither.
She studied his face for a couple of seconds and then said......
"I believe my father knows you quite well".
"Who's your father", queried Lucius, eyeing her suspiciously.
She stood up.
"I can't tell you" she answered back, as she swung her head, so her hair fell back over her shoulder.
Why was he putting up with this obnoxious brat? Why had he already been here so long? What right did she have over him? In all his rage of being treated like he was her inferior, he swung on his heel and stalked back towards the estate.
If he hadn't of been so angry, he would have found her extremely pretty for such a young girl. And if he had been thinking properly, some things about the meeting would have struck her as quite strange.
As he reached the front door of the manor, he realized he had never found out her name.
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Lucius Malfoy: Now and Again
Lucius Malfoy entered the great dining hall.
Set before him was a long, sleek, mahogany table, which shined in the light. It stretched from one side of the room to the other. Usually when one would
encounter such a table, they would stop to admire it. Lucius didn't take a second glance.
At one end of the table sat a beautiful, slender woman. Long flaxen hair fell down around her shoulders and she was cloaked in a midnight blue dress which highlighted all her features.
Placed a couple seats further down from her was a boy aged 15. One would say he had the same look of his father. Silver blonde hair framed his pale skin perfectly. He had high cheekbones and cold gray eyes, usually filled with a look of malice. It was almost like looking at himself at the age of 15 often thought Lucius.
He seated himself at the table, where hot coffee and the Daily Prophet were waiting for him, as usual.
A maid cautiously approached him.
"Would you like some toast with that sir?" asked the maid, looking as if she longed to get away.
He gave her a sneer.
The maid had been in the household long enough to know this meant yes. She scuttled away to the kitchen.
He sat at the table sipping his coffee and reading the Daily Prophet in silence.
Narcissia and Draco both knew that Lucius didn't like mindless conversation at the breakfast table. And they respected this. Lucius in a bad mood wasn't a pretty sight. So not a word was exchanged.
For the first time that morning Lucius glanced over at his wife.
"Wearing those old robes again? I would have thought that you would at least have the decency to change every now and again." He said in a cold voice.
"I haven't worn this dress for at least 2 months. I...I thought you liked it." Narcissia stammered.
"I told you I liked it the first time you wore it. And the second time. Not the 3rd, 4th or 10th time."
Narcissia looked like she was about to say something. But decided it was a good idea if she kept her mouth shut. He was already in a bad mood. Only a fool would try and make it worse.
On the outside Lucius looked like a cold and distasteful person. Which he was very much indeed. But he knew, that if you ventured far down beneath the surface, at the core of his dark heart you would find love.
Though these feelings rarely ever reached the surface. Every now and again they did. He doubted whether anyone had ever seen him the least bit emotional before.
His eyes were always the same. Cold and gray. It was almost like looking into a frozen pond. Not the least bit readable. And as usual, a very well placed Malfoy sneer, usually accompanied his gaze.
Though he didn't always realize it. He did love Narcissia. She was more then just a trophy wife to him. Even if he never showed it. It was un - Malfoy. Anyway, he was trying to set a good example to his son. To let him know who was man of the house. Not to let some girl boss him around. He shuddered. A Malfoy's worst nightmare. Taking orders from someone less then equal to him.
"Very well then" he replied less crudely. "Take some money and go and buy some fancy dress robes. You may be excused now".
She stared at him in astonishment, then stood up almost knocking over one of the maids who had started clearing away the table, and hastily but well - mannered left the room.
"Draco" snapped Lucius.
"Yes father".
Draco might have been known as rude and obnoxious at school, but in front of his father he had always shown the utter most respect.
"I have some business in Knockturn Alley to attend too. I would wish for you to accompany me."
"But.........." Replied Draco.
"That is not a request, Draco. That is an order". Lucius now had a slight edge to his voice, which was a warning sign.
"Most certainly father".
* * * * * * * *
Lucius studied himself in the looking glass. He was a handsome man, and he knew it. His high cheekbones, pale skin and silver blonde hair contrasted well together. And when matched against his luxuriant hand made cloak and styled hair, he had been known to make women faint. If Narcissica hadn't been so damned frightened of him she would have found him very attractive.
Today he was no different. He was wearing a black velvet cloak, with a silver lining at the bottom, and a silver serpent clasp.
He looked even more handsome today then as usual, he thought obnoxiously to himself, as he looked down at his well-polished black shoes with silk shoelaces.
All of the Malfoys had been known to have straight white blonde hair and gray eyes. And all of them had always carried a sneer with them where ever they went. It was almost like a trademark.
They weren't a pleasant lot. In fact, they were one of the most notorious families' in England. Everyone knew they were deeply involved in the Dark Arts. And anyone, who had ever dared speak forth about it, had always ended up mysteriously disappearing.
The Malfoy's were a bad dream. The only way to describe them.
* * * * * * *
Lucius Malfoy marched down the stairs with a quickened pace.
Draco was not there yet.
Impatient as he was, he magically magnified his voice.
"Draco........." he shouted. The name Draco was heard all through out the giant Manor. It went echoing down halls, windows shattered and 1 or 2 mirrors cracked.
A minute later Draco appeared from behind a suit of armor. Obviously one of the many hidden passages of the mansion.
"Yes father".
"Your late" replied a chilling voice. "You know I don't like to be kept waiting. Is that clear"
"Yes father. I won't do it again".
Lucius took a moment to survey Draco. His sharp eyes took in every little detail.
As Lucius was, Draco was also dressed in black velvet robes. The lining was made of dark emerald silk and the clasp was a gold M representing Malfoy.
"Do your top button up. It isn't appropriate" commanded Lucius.
* * * * * * *
Draco and Lucius set down Knockturn Alley. It was busy, a lot of people were out and about doing their Sunday shopping. But this didn't worry Lucius. The crowd parted easily to either side of them. Whether they knew who they were or not, but most did. Everyone had heard the name Malfoy before. Even though it was an extremely uncommon surname.
About half way down Knockturn Alley Lucius automatically turned left into a small dingy looking shop, clearly devoted to the Dark Arts. Draco followed behind him. He had a flush to his pale face and was clearly puffed out, from trying to keep up with his father's footsteps.
The store was large and spacious, something you would have never been able to tell from the outside. It had an assortment of objects devoted to the Dark Arts and every nook and cranny was filled with tell-tale shadows.
Lucius went up and tapped impatiently on the counter. Immediately an old stooped man appeared before him. His face was old and wrinkled and his lips were the same color of his tanned skin, which made it appear as if they had merged together.
"Lucius" greeted the man, "I was not expecting to see you today".
"And that is a problem?" replied Lucius.
"No, no. Of course not. Always a pleasure to see you".
Lucius's lip curled. "Today is not a social call, I'm afraid. I have some important matters to discuss with you".
"I see," murmured Nott, in a undertone.
"And here is clearly not the place to discuss it", Lucius added with a menacing edge to his voice.
"Of course not, follow me".
Nott lead Lucius out of the room, and into a slightly smaller one out the back. They had both appeared to have forgotten about Draco.
Lucius looked Nott straight in the eye, his gaze did not waver.
All of the Malfoy's had a gift of being able to bring the most experienced liars crumbling to pieces.
Today was no different.
"We have a slight problem. Dumbledore......", Lucius spat out the name with such hatred that a slight spasm crossed his face, "has apparently sent that ill-bred game keeper and Madame Maxime to befriend the Giants. Though most of our fellow Death Eaters believe that this opposes no threat to us, because they foolishly figured that the Great Giants are our natural allies. I myself wouldn't be so certain".
"Yes, I see what you mean", nodded Nott in agreement.
"As I was saying" continued Lucius, "the Giants may be brainless. But all the same, having them on our side our side would make us stronger and would also propose more of a threat to the Magical Community."
"But..............., that is not the only reason you came here, was it?" said Nott, staring quizzically at Lucius.
"No indeed, it wasn't. Bad news. Snape is back."
"Surly............... the Dark Lord wouldn't have welcomed him back,........." Nott wondered out loud.
"I wouldn't quite call it a welcome. He did have to pay of course." Lucius remarked approvingly. "And the Dark Lord did remind him he was greatly in dept."
"I sure I heard rumors about him playing the role as a spy. Can he be trusted?"
"That is what many others agree. But who knows how the Dark Lords mind works. He must have something planned out for Severus......... but what?" pondered Lucius.
All of a sudden Lucius was cut off mid sentence as a loud clash followed by a spitting and a hissing could be heard coming from the front room.
Apparently Draco had got bored of waiting and had decided to examine the different objects placed around the room. One of the big leather books had caught his eyes, and without thinking, he had opened it.
Straight away, he had known that he had done the wrong thing. Purple acid had swelled up from inside the book, burning away at the pages and causing hissing and spitting.
"Foolish boy", shouted Nott. "That was the only copy left of Crucifix Curses. Look at how much damage you have caused me." He angrily pulled out his want and aimed it at Draco, when a tight hand clamped on his shoulder.
"Calm down, Nott. That is my only heir you are talking about.
Seeing the look on Lucius's face could have chilled anyone to the bone. Nott quickly pocketed his wand and apologized to Draco.
With that Lucius swept Draco out of the store.
* * * * * * *
"I expect more from you Draco. You have been raised well. Not like some ill-halfbred. You have had many luxuries. Maybe too many, I dare say. You may be possessed with my good looks, but I am beginning to think you have only half me brain, You will be punished severely when you get home. Is that understood." Lucius said icily.
"Yes father. That is understood", Draco replied, not meeting his eye.
Lucius turned his head the other way. Opposite from Draco. He stared out the window. As his chauffeured driven Rolls Royce zipped smoothly along the countryside.
They passed green paddocks, dotted with cows and every now and then they saw a muggle house. Hatred filed through him like poison. He had been taught to hate muggles and mudbloods by his father, just as his father had been taught by his grandfather, and so on. It ran through the family.
In fact, now thinking about it. Lucius Malfoy could remember never feeling any other emotion towards muggles, apart from sheer hatred. Not even sympathy towards those pathetic mortals, as many other wizards did.
He noticed that the car had started to slow down. The first sign that they were nearly home, was when they passed an old manor nearly as big as the Malfoy's manor and just as old. It was surrounded by deeply enriched gardens, which spread out for a kilometer or so, until it reached the border of the Malfoy territory. It was common knowledge that it had been sold recently, but to who? No one knew.
And for the first time Lucius found himself puzzling over the answer. Lucius usually didn't bother himself with such information, unless it benefited him in some way. He had better things to do with his time.
But whoever had bought that house, must be almost as rich as the Malfoy's, if not as rich.
The car turned left into the driveway and proceeded to drive along the driveway for about 5 minutes until finally pulling up in front of the manor.
* * * * * *
Once again he found himself wondering through his massive gardens. Whenever Lucius felt that he needed to gather his thoughts and clear his head, this would be the place to come. This was one of those times.
Somedays he would wonder aimlessly around the gardens for hours, without even realizing it.
There was always something new to be discovered.
On the left side of the West Wing of the manor stood towering hedges, which formed a giant maze. Only a Malfoy knew how to get through it. Every so on Lucius would venture into the maze, and on the odd occasion he would find human sculls and bones, from people who had went in, and never came out.
On the right side of the East Wing lush gardens were laid out until eventually meeting the next property.
At the front of the manor were flowerbeds and mowed green lawns, spread out between hedges.
And at the back of the estate was an orchard, and behind that were hills and hills of dewy green paddocks with a small creek running through them.
Today Lucius walked east, heading away from the Manor. He didn't dawdle, Malfoy's never dawdled, but he set himself at a slower pace then usual.
Visitors and guests had always commented on how lovely the gardens looked, and how very bright and cheerful they were, "you must tell me who you gardener is".
To Lucius they looked no different then any other garden. Sometimes they even looked gray and shabby to him. But he also remembered that once a wise wizard told him that ........., "In a world full of illusions, you only see what you feel."
And that was strongly the case here, he thought to himself.
Lucius looked up, just in time to see a flurry of white disappear behind the tree.
He fastened his pace, to see who was there. Thoughts raced through his mind, such as:
What kind of idiot would venture onto his property,
and, how dare someone spy on him, when he was looking as un-Malfoy as possible.
Lucius stopped abruptly. He had reached a clearing in the woods, where a small meadow had formed. And about 10 meters in front of him was a girl, no older then 15. She was lying on her stomach in the sun and wore a loose white floaty dress, which clung to her hips. Her hair was a wavy light brown, which fell far below her shoulders and ended with loose whispy curls. A handmade daisy chain was strung through her hair and she had rosy cheeks and naturally pink lips. But her eyes were a different matter. They weren't green, but they weren't blue. They looked like a mixture of blue, green and gray, coated with thick black eyelashes.
"What are you doing on my property, get off now!", Lucius spat out, far harsher then he realized.
She looked him straight in the eye and held his gaze. Something few had dared to do.
Her eyes were searching. Looking past his harsh gaze and into his soul.
Something no one had ever done before. Lucius didn't feel so secure anymore. She had past his unbreakable barrier.
"I believe", she said in a confident tone, "that you are on my property".
Lucius looked around him, it was true. He must have wondered further then he had thought. But he wasn't about to admit he was wrong. He had far too much pride.
"Who are you?" he asked coldly.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking the questions? After all, this is my property," she reminded him.
"Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy", he told her.
Her reaction wasn't quite what he expected. Most would apologize and/or hastily try and get away.
The girl did neither.
She studied his face for a couple of seconds and then said......
"I believe my father knows you quite well".
"Who's your father", queried Lucius, eyeing her suspiciously.
She stood up.
"I can't tell you" she answered back, as she swung her head, so her hair fell back over her shoulder.
Why was he putting up with this obnoxious brat? Why had he already been here so long? What right did she have over him? In all his rage of being treated like he was her inferior, he swung on his heel and stalked back towards the estate.
If he hadn't of been so angry, he would have found her extremely pretty for such a young girl. And if he had been thinking properly, some things about the meeting would have struck her as quite strange.
As he reached the front door of the manor, he realized he had never found out her name.
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