(A/N: So here we are at last, my dears. I, for one, cannot believe I could have let it come this far; that I should be starting the fifth, yes the FIFTH twenty-chapter shag that are the Pureblooded Antics of Lucius Malfoy. When I started this, I promised myself, not thinking it would ever get that far, that I would stop after 100 chapters. Which shall be at the end of this series. So enjoy it while you can, dear readers. I don't know if it will really be the last instalment, but I am beginning to feel like Frankenstein. If you see my point. Anyway, welcome new readers; please read my other four series, welcome old readers, glad to see you again. Sincerely, The Duchess)
Chapter 1: Ladies Are No GentlemenIt started to rain as Severus Snape stepped out of De Vil & Co Macabre Writing Supplies and into Knockturn Alley. Turning up his collar, he swept through the street as fast as he could, dodging the shopping evil public as he went on. It was rather crowded towards the end, and he suddenly found himself bumping into a lady with an umbrella, causing her to drop her pink satin handbag.
"Oh, sorry Madam," Snape said, stooping nimbly and picking up the handbag. He may or may not be a nasty git, but he did not forget his manners when confronted with handbag-equipped pensioners. He was offering the handbag to the lady, when a voice he instantly recognised boomed out from under the umbrella.
"I'm not a madam, you idiot!" Lucius Malfoy said, lifting the umbrella to reveal his familiar arrogant glare and sneer. And before Snape knew what was happening, he snatched the pink handbag from his hands and whacked him with it.