A/n In the midst of all the drama, time to lighten up with a short funny story, about snakes, where just about everyone has something to hide.

Prologue

"Wilshire, Malfoy Manor."

Afternoon tea at the Malfoys.

Lucius was reading the Prophet sitting on an ottoman, shared with his Kneazle and one of his wolfhounds. He still wore the riding breeches and his hessian boots, his hair was worn loose and he was wearing, glasses?

Narcissa was reading a Muggle novel recommended by Pansy. Pansy, bless her heart, had given her a cover for the books she brought her. It was a book about Scottish pirates and time travel; the Muggle authoress knew how to write good smut. She peeked in Lucius' direction, his powerful thighs and his sculpted chest visible through the body fitting cashmere jumper. Oh, yes, by Merlin, he was getting lucky in, page count, 35 pages.

"Cissa, Love, I have the solution to get back into society with our names completely whitewashed."

Lucius said while sipping his white tea from a dainty bone china cup, and then taking a generous drink from his Cognac glass, his idea of early afternoon tea.

Narcissa Malfoy's heart did a nasty squeeze, and the troublesome rumble in her stomach made itself known. Her book not longer was at the center of her attention, and she feared a panic attack.

Not again, Lucius would not give up. He had done everything possible to ruin the family with his desire for world domination, the very one which had lead him to support that horrible evil wizard. Every month or two, he would come up with a scheme to get him back on everyone's graces, and the results were invariably a deep failure, which had nearly landed him on Azkaban more than once.

"Yes, dear, what is it this time? And please whatever you are thinking about, for once, keep me out of it."

Narcissa was polite, yet assertive, and fully aware he had not heard a word except the parts that he wanted to hear. She had read this on the Witches Weekly, which Pansy had subscribed her to it, and in another little magazine put out by someone called Cherry-Pop and Lavender Finnegan.

Very interesting tips on how to be assertive and get your way with your wizard, and how to improve your boudoir life. Yes, they were good ideas that she had tried on Lucius more than once, to include the new brand of toys for the Modern Witch, she had one of the Amigos, and they were made right at Diagon Alley by the Happy Kittens, what a name.

She giggled remembering her little Amigo, and the games played with Lucius last night.

"Yes, I will be glad to tell you my idea. Have you read the Prophet today," he raised his chin a bit to look over his reading glasses, the ones he wore only at home. He had always needed glasses, and it was one of the only concessions to the Muggle world, he fully embraced the contact lenses technology, but at home he wore glasses.

Both Draco and Narcissa had been made to make unbreakable vows, along with Severus, never to divulge his need for glasses. He would never accept his need for glasses, an imperfection as he saw it. Let the Potters tell the world they were not perfect, not a Malfoy, never.

He saw Narcissa's face, she had read the front page and her curiosity was pique; now the next step, aha.

"Did you read the engagement of Greg Goyle to Susan Bones? And it says that Goyle Manor will be re-open for the betrothal party, and the guests include the Golden Trio and Kingsley no less. It also says, a compassionate pardon was issued to Francois to attend his only brother/son's happy occasion. I always knew old Goyle could not fire a full load. Never mind that Goyle now looks like a carbon copy of his half brother/father. Such a reunion, who could have told."

Yes, that was Lucius, the master of gossip, always peppering all his observations with a bit of little known trivia. He could be so vulgar, full load indeed.

Narcissa kept waiting for him to expand his comment, but nothing came out of him. Damn Lucius, now the curiosity had gotten the best out in her. So what was so important about Greg getting married?

He continued sipping tea, and now as munching on the delicate cucumber sandwiches in dainty bites. Cissa was not able to see his eyes furtively looking over the glasses, or hear the tiny snickers coming out his semi-closed mouth.

She hated herself for liking the marital bed a little too much, and staying in passion and lust with the despicable and troublemaker, conniving sociopath, delicious and sexy, Lucius Malfoy, which lead to his dragging her along his ill thought out schemes. Yes, he knew how she felt, and he exploited it without an ounce of shame, and she knew that he knew.

Finally, tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop, she asked a little too loud, not trying to hide the obvious irritation she felt. The darn snake had once again captured her undivided attention.

"Go ahead and tell me, get it over with, what opportunity have you seen in a wedding announcement, other than Francois' role in the making of Greg is finally announced, not that everyone did not know already. Who would think Octavious at 120 and who was zapped by the Dark Lord before marrying Irina, would father a child, at least it stayed in the family and he passed the honors to Francois. Lucky Irina, Francois is so charming, so appealing, that face, his fleshy lips, and his body so—"

"I get the picture," Lucius was annoyed; he knew that Francois was a pretty boy and now that Greg had lost five stone, at the very least, you could see the relation. Greg was another thorn in his side, if he heard the witches talk about his bum once more—.

"Hmm, as I was saying by Greg marrying into the lower echelons of Dumbledore's army, he has managed to unfreeze the Goyle's vault, get Francois released, and the Manor back from being used to house war displaced victims. Just with one well thought out match. By the way darling where are you getting all those ideas, and the talk about male bodies?"

His eyes got a dreamy glaze, "Although I love those little amigis things you pulled out last night, any chance of a repeat?"

She ignored the last remark, another of his tactics to distract her and then pounce on her. Although his question had some merits, first to correct him.

"Not amigis, amigos, I still fail to see the connection to your usual scheming to get all your assets and back into the game. I will not soon forget your request for me to house your boss Snake-Man; and the plot that ensued with Bellatrix, rest her demented soul, to take over the Wizarding world. Granted you saw your errors but a little late. To make people forget it would take for Draco to marry Hermione G—."

Cissa's smile would rival the one of a white shark. She looked at her dear sexy blond wizard and blew him a kiss. For the first time ever he had come up with an idea worth of the smartest of witches.

"Oh, yes, you got it. My smart Cissa have I told you how sexy your peignoir is. If it is an amigo for after tea, then I love the frilly lace and how about the red silk…" His breeches were getting very tight, but time for business first.

Both were breathing hard, the thrill of plotting was a great aphrodisiac for this well matched couple. Narcissa was angry at things not working well, and at her dark wizard for making the pariahs in a society she craved. But for once he had a good idea, but wait.

"Ah, yes, I see the doubt on your pretty eyes, no need." The master of intrigue had seen his object of eternal lust hesitate. "My sweet sex witch, I still have connections at the Ministry and have heard rumbling of a possible marriage law coming up. They are going to use some sophisticated matching decision something or other." He took a small pause and moved to the couch. He wanted to check her under garments. He sat next to her for starters.

"It will be done with thinking boxes, leave it to the muggles. And they had approached me since Malfoy Industries has holding in the Muggle world's new techno-something. It is the new Division head by Draco and Teddy is his second. Teddy told me, that now—." Narcissa stopped him.

"Wait but the how about the contract with the Greengrass? Astoria was counting with an engagement this Yule."

"But love just hear the idea I just had, it is perfection." He needed to move the pressure by his best means of persuasion, and his hand reached the front of her robe.

Famous Last words.

Malfoy Industries. Muggle Technology and Magical Integration Division.

"Draco, Astoria left you a message. She is going shopping with Daphne to Paris for two days. A last minute thing, she couldn't wait for you to be out the meeting." Theo announced, his voice did not sound convinced, and Draco detected the cold sarcasm in Nott's voice.

Theo, Teddy to the Malfoy's, lived with the Malfoys on and off all his childhood. His mother had died giving birth and his father had sunk in a big depression. He was twenty years Lucius' senior, though he had been close friends with Abraxas; thus Narcissa gladly helped, and Theo grew as Draco's brother.

He despised Astoria, and knew she was a slag. Daphne, his best friend had confided that she didn't go with her younger half-sister to almost any place. So this must had been a lie. Theo knew Astoria was seeing a married man. A Gryffindor, he did not know him personally, but he was a friend of Scar-Head, the ginger Weasel and the Wild-Hair Muddy.

His tone was not lost on Draco, who looked at him with great suspicion, "Teddy, if you have something up your arse, say it. I hate all the double meanings and the sarcasm. I have now noticed for months that your attitude with my witch is less than acceptable."

He puffed his chest out. Astoria was not only gorgeous, but she had lips made out silk that knew how to make him scream. He could see his marriage to her as a continuous bed-affair like his parents'. Or maybe not, they were disgusting.

"I have nothing to say." Theo shrugged his shoulders and opened the leather binder he had on his hands. "Here sign this acquisition at top, the letter to accompany the reports commissioned by the After-the-War new formed branch at the Ministry, and please endorse the check sent by them."

Draco did a double take, a check for an information analysis for the Ministry's After-The War branch, directed by Fudge's son. A check for 133,255.00 Galleons for a 'population, data-analysis.' "What did we do for them, not that I mind the payment. Did we outsource it to the India's MIT (Magical Information Technology) office?"

"Not sure, it was coordinated by one of those new Ravenclaws you recently hired. Do you want me to check?" Theo asked looking disinterested cleaning a manicured nail, but his heart was ready to give him away. A drop of sweat ran down his back, he needed to maintain his cool; Dray (child's pet name) would kill him if he found out. At the very least, he would never be his friend again.

This had to work; it would be his chance to get his hot little hands, and his one very hot cock into Muddy's best friend, Luna Lovegood; he had tried, and if looks could kill, well... But it was no longer a problem, he knew of a letter one blond nargle-queen was getting today. In less than a month, he would be making babies with his forever lust object. He carried her ring in his pocket, just to be ready. Draco was looking at him, back to reality.

"Nah, probably some analysis of how we are all feeling after the war. Fudge's son is young, and he is trying to modernize our society. It is good business for us." Draco shrugged his shoulders, who cared the money was good.

a/n your comments are welcome.