(( Omigod hi again! XD Creepy stalker readers coming into my story -w- LOL joking. So here you are, a fan fiction between Lucius and an OC J I HOPE you all enjoy it J I know I like the idea, even if not a HUGE amount happens and it probably won't be super long either xD Anyways! Please enjoy J ))

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He strode down the hallways of a well lit institution. His face was hard and composed as ever, his back straight and rigid, his white blonde hair flowing over his shoulders neatly, his lips set in a hard thin line and his cold grey eyes unflinchingly watching the path before him.

He'd arrived at St. Mungo's in order to meet with one someone who'd been the conductor of a prophecy only she had seen in her mind. Apparently he'd arrived early while she was still being treated for her injuries, which forced him to go to the fifth floor and have some tea while waiting for her.

He frowned, sitting at the furthest table, keeping a close eye on the time as he sipped his Earl Grey tea, despising the idea of being around so many low class and filthy muggle born witches and wizards who were all there apparently to visit loved ones or friends.

What a waste of time…

Eventually, he rose from his chair and left the tea and gift shop, heading down to the fourth floor, a floor entirely designated to those who were being treated for spell damage.

Apparently the girl he was there to see had been hit with a rather nasty jinx spell of some sort, though he didn't know and rather didn't care to know the details. He was there to get only one thing from her; the prophecy she had foreseen.

Knocking on one of the doors, he stepped through and frowned, seeing one of the Healers still there, dressed in their lime green uniform.

The Healer, a young man looked up wide eyed and nodded. "Mr. Malfoy. I'll be done in a moment," he assured the imposing male. "Only a few last minute check ups," he said, moving a little more quickly.

Lucius rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath that he was sure she wouldn't drop dead without those last few check ups.

At last, the lime green clad male moved away, bowing his head and told the young girl who had bandages around her body here and there, to regularly drink her water and to please eat something to regain her strength.

She nodded. "Yes, thank you…" she said in a quiet and soft voice.

He nodded and with that, walked towards the door, nervously glancing up at Lucius as he passed by and left, closing the door behind him to give them privacy if they wanted it.

The light streamed in through the large window, lighting a few strands of the girl's dark brown hair and turning them almost into strands of gold here and there. Her white skin seemed to almost glow in the bright light which reflected off the many white surfaces within the room, which also made up practically the entire hospital building inside.

Lucius frowned, moving the chair to the other side of her bed so the light was behind him and wasn't so irritating.

He sat down and looked at her.

"I was wondering when you were going to take a seat…" the girl said with a slight smile.

He narrowed his eyes at her but then looked aghast slightly, seeing the milky white pupils within her face. The eyes a blind individual. "My god… you went blind when you were injured?" he asked slightly aghast by this, hoping it didn't affect her skill in seeing the prophecy he was there to collect.

She smiled slightly again. "No, I've been blind for many years now," she said. "Since I was six years old, to be precise," she nodded.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "So… you can't see anything…"

Her lips curved up into almost a smirk. "I can see only some things… things that others cannot."

He looked at her silently for a moment, then lifted his head a little. "You know why I am here, then?"

She nodded. "To collect the prophecy from me. But, you see… I don't much feel like giving it to you," she said calmly in that soft, childish voice.

He bristled at that, glowering at her upon the bed where she sat so calmly, unseeingly. "And why not?" he demanded to know.

She shrugged. "Why should I? How can I trust you?" she asked.

He clenched his teeth. "I work for the Ministry…"

"All the more reason not to trust you," she said. "You Ministry officials abuse your power like your life depends upon it a lot of the time. I have no interest in providing you with something you'll just use and abuse as you always do," she shrugged, spreading her fingers out on her lap, her hands moving over the soft cotton texture of the bed sheets.

He glared. "I must insist that you do, Miss. Moonshine."

She sighed. "Elveira."

"What?" he asked.

"Elveira. That's my name. I would like you to use it."

He rolled his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me," she giggled.

He looked at her slightly unsure of himself.

She smirked. "Just because I can't see doesn't mean I don't know what you're automatically inclined to do," she pointed out.

He rolled his eyes again.

"I'm willing to bet you did it again," she said softly.

He looked at her with obvious irritation. "Alright, listen to me, Elveira. My job was to come here and collect this prophecy from you. You are ordered under Ministry law to hand it over to me," he said.

She shrugged. "What if I keep saying no? Will you beat me until I give it to you?" she asked bluntly. "You see… I don't have to give you anything I don't want to," she pointed out. "So if that's all you came here for, I'm afraid you've wasted your time in travelling here."

He stood, glaring at her. "You impudent little brat…"

She smiled faintly. "Funny how adults always call children brats when they don't get them to do what they want…"

He made a disapproving noise and made his way to the door of her room. "I'll be back, and I expect that when I return, you have that prophecy ready to be handed over," he said.

She sighed. "I wouldn't bother wasting my time if I were you," she said.

He glared at her and then stormed out, having tired of her annoying ways of speaking and not getting what he'd come for.

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"Did you get it?" asked a tall dark haired man who waited for Lucius outside St. Mungo's, appearing to stand only outside the red bricked building of a condemned department store labelled, Purge and Dowse, Ltd. Or so it looked that way to any Muggle. Wizards and witches, however, knew what lay beyond that window though.

"No, I did not," Lucius snapped with irritation.

The other man raised a brow. "Not even a hint?"

"Nothing," he growled.

He sighed, pinching his nose. "What do we do then?"

"Simple. I'm coming back tomorrow when she's more… agreeable and I'll get it then," he said.

The other man nodded. "Makes sense…" he said.

Lucius nodded.

With that, the two strode off to head to their next destinations.

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(( Okay! So it's a short chapter, but meh, it starts and ends where I wanted it to so blah. ALSO I had to write up chapter 58 of Other Evils in this World this morning too! Now, this fan fic won't be a daily update like Other Evils in this World was -o- I'm going back to school soon people, I just won't have to time to update daily when that happens xD Plus, if it's a weekly one, I'll have more time to flesh out each chapter and hopefully make them longer for you J So be appreciative! XD Anyways, off I go to eat something cause I am STARVING xD

ALSO if you are just reading this and are curious about my previous fan fic between Severus Snape and an OC, here is the link -w- :

Just type in fanfiction and then copy in the rest of the link O_o

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Anyways! Please enjoy and review and what not xD Love you all! ))