Author's Note: Alright. My first fic and I'm just throwing you a taste of it. Tell me what you think. Just a SHORT introduction to my style, being as I'd hate to waste your valuable time on an entire chapter before you can even decide if you'll enjoy it. It will be a Hermione/Draco story, and it will include all your favorites: sarcasm, cruelty, and the occasional snog session.
Lucius Malfoy: A Short Introduction:
The ashen flesh brilliantly illuminated in the dancing flames was devoid of the piercing yet inane spheres of a stony hue. Slender digits elusively massaged the temples which clung to the silvery threads, obscuring the milky complexion of an aging man. As definite was his wealth and power, as his icy cloud of foreboding was the recently required air of stress.
Upon entering his surroundings one would have thought, to have owned and ruled the magnificently furnished building with it's many stone structures and medieval implication would have drenched his sullen existence ardently. But as he lounged about the ancient, twisted golden frames and polished oak supporting the silken emerald cushions which so tastefully resembled the thorny stems of the many blood-red roses arranged about various surfaces, he constricted painfully with every breath, heavy through his nose. It was obvious he was in a state of the deepest contemplation.
But it was with immense emotion for a stoic of his expectation, he jerked slightly to attention with the tapping of the glistening, intricately carved door. On closer inspection one would have found the elegant chipping to resemble tiny serpents, locking at their will as the border continued about the frame. The rusty resemblance of the oak, cast by the crackling crimson fire flashed with a glint of gold as the hinges creaked and two large, watery eyes peeked within the crack, exposing a long, pointed nose.
"S-sir." It squeaked in a voice which ebbed at the man's patience. The aggravation apparently shown on his face, though it seemed he took no steps of consideration to avoid it. "M-mister Malfoy is here t-t-to see you, s-sir."
With irises which forcefully reminded one of a full moon, empty and distant, he raised a pale brow. "Well, send him in."
The orbs vanished with haste and the door swung wider, exposing a checkered dining hall and glittering chandeliers causing the once dilated pupil of the older man to condense, the surrounding icy iris seemingly growing eerily.
And in the introduction of the astonishing rooms beyond, the intentional admittance was presented.
"Hello, father."
