Three Libras
This is a one shot I decided to make to tickle the masses...or at least have them look at me awkwardly. I named it after a song I love too much, and reminds me of how this story shall be. Fwoo.
Lucius stood on the curbside staring across the street at the little angel. He had never noticed what a lovely young woman she was growing to become, and couldn't help but feel a slight longing. Draco cleared his throat and walked into the cauldron shop not looking over his shoulder to check if his father was following him.
Lucius glanced over his shoulder and walked into the dark shop. Forgetting all about his lustful thoughts he glided over to a short balding wizard standing behind the counter. Out of the corner of his eye Lucius noticed his son walking around aimlessly looking at the cauldrons. "I believe you have something for me." Lucius said in a silky voice looking down his nose at the little man. The wizard, by the name of Notting, quickly walked into a back room and disappeared for a few minutes.
"Father, can we buy a new owl while we're out? My old one did not heal so well after that muggle's mutt bit it." Draco called from behind a rather large cauldron.
"I don't see why not. Just after I pick up my package." Lucius said while tapping his foot impatiently. Draco grinned to himself and continued looking at the lavishly decorated cauldrons. Lucius sighed when Notting finally came out of the back room holding a little package. He handed it to Lucius and then went in the back again.
"Don't worry about the payment, Mr. Malfoy." He called over his shoulder.
Later that night Lucius sat in his drawing room staring intently at his shelves of books. He found his mind wandering back to the alley, and the vision of beauty he had never suspected to see. Lucius rubbed his temples trying to get the image of Ginny Weasley out of his head. He stood up at the sound of a knock at his door.
Narcissa walked in without permission. "Lucius, darling, come to bed. You've been in her brooding for an hour." She said, a pout etching her beautiful features. She was already in her nightgown. It clung to her curves gracefully and was a lovely emerald colour. Narcissa rested her head against the door frame, letting her hair slip over her shoulder and rest on her breast. "Honestly, Lucius. Sometimes I feel like you don't have time for me anymore. I get the impression you're out gallivanting around with younger women."
Lucius smiled to himself as he walked over to his wife. "Younger women? Why would I need someone younger than you? You speak as if you are an old lady. You haven't one grey hair on your head, nor one wrinkle on your body." He wrapped his arms around Narcissa and placed his face against her hair.
Ginny Weasley came to mind. He fought to put her out of his thoughts.
This is my quick introduction. This was going to be a one shot, but I've decided I would give it more care than some sloppy thing put together...