Devil's Snare
by: Zemia
Disclaimer: Nobody in the Harry Potter universe belongs to me. I claim no kinship whatsoever and praise Rowling wholeheartedly. May we forever toss my money into their giant pool of cash. The only thing I'm getting out of writing these is sick sadistic pleasure out of making the character's lives even more difficult.
AN: An idea I came up with last night, when a friend groused that there were no Lucius x James stories that interested them. So in the next five minutes, I'd come up with a blurb (which will probably be in chapter 1 or 2, depending on what I can work out) and when asked where it'd come from since they liked it, demanded that I fill it out into a true story. So, this is what I came up with. I hope everyone likes it.
Zemia
Prologue –
"She nearly broke my nose." Draco groused, regarding Hermione, leaning back into his chair and waving off his mother's attempts to feed him some more. "Mother, please. I'm fourteen, I can feed myself!"
"Well, if you remain thin and scrawny, don't blame me." Narcissa sniffed, finally putting the food down. "If either of you need me, I'll be attending my other obligations."
"Right, then." Lucius acknowledged his wife, before turning his attention to Draco. "Buck it up, son. Noses can be healed. It's high time you stopped your sniveling and became a man." Ignoring his son's protests, Lucius folded his fingers together, placing the tip of his nose against them for a moment, the cool gray of his eyes growing misty from distant memories. "We DO seem to get the mudbloods' fire boiling, don't we? Which of course heats the blood of their champions." He of course, at least in Draco's instance, meant that little dance his son and the Potter child were busy doing. "Violent sort, mudbloods are, aren't they?"
Draco gave his father an odd look, wondering just what the hell he was talking about. "What are you on about, father?"
"Lily Evans." Lucius answered, with a chuckle.
"Potter's mum?" Draco asked, after wracking his brain trying to remember where he'd heard that name before.
"Aye, son. Right little hellion she was. Popped me in the eye our fourth year." Lucius chuckled at Draco's wide-eyed stare, motioning to his food. "Eat a bit more to please your mother, and I will tell you."
Grumbling, Draco resumed eating, picking off little bites and eating them fast so that he could take time to breathe. Nodding, Lucius sat back in his chair, thinking over how best to begin the tale. "Now then…."
TBC
