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During the month of August the female population of Wizarding Britain went into a frenzy of looking their best, and constantly on the look-out, for the newly single, divorced; drop, dead, gorgeous, Malfoy Senior.

Now there's a chance that any woman between the ages of seventeen and fifty could win the heart of either of the Malfoy men and they have taken stalking to the next level. To the point where Lucius Malfoy, takes security with him whenever he has to venture out-doors, or to the Ministry of Magic.

That has not seemed to stop his 'fan-club' though. It has only seemed to challenge them even more. He stopped the security, when he realised it wasn't going to stop the women from following his every move, and alerting each other whenever he's in Diagon Alley.

He's almost looking forward to starting his new job at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this coming September, where he will have power over the students and control, unlike now where he has to watch his back when he steps foot out doors.

Lucius wonders why Draco, his son doesn't have this problem. He remembers the answer to the question he asked Draco the night before when they ate dinner in Malfoy Manor's dining room. His son's answer didn't help him much.

'Why is it I get stalked by crazy witches and you don't?' He asked Draco whilst taking a sip of Elf made wine.

Draco smirked the infamous Malfoy smirk, which Lucius found himself wanting to hex off of his son's face.

'I see you are not enjoying the attention then father?' Draco replied amused.

Lucius shifted in his seat.

'Not to this extent. Every man loves the attention from a woman Draco. But not to the point of stalking someone's every move whenever they are out of the comforts of their own home or office at their work place.'

'It's obvious isn't it?' Draco said matter-of-factly.

Lucius just raised his eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. He didn't find it at all amusing, like Draco seemed too.

'Enlighten me.'

'Well. I'm sure you know of my reputation at Hogwarts and not so clean record.' He nodded, for his son to continue, he knew all about his son's reputation of 'Slytherin Sex God' having had complaints from fathers in the past.

'Well Father, now you are a single man; all woman within the age range of seventeen and fifty are going to try and win your attention, and favour in hopes of becoming the next Lady of the Manor now that mother is out of the picture.'

'So... this is like a game to them?'

'Exactly. Now there's no ring on your finger, or woman in the picture, the think they are in with a chance to be the next Mrs. Malfoy. So they are doing all they can to win your attention, your affection or favour in the hopes it could lead to something more.'

A look of amusement spread across his son's face, and he didn't find this amusing at all. He wasn't looking for another woman at the moment. Lucius knew he could have any woman he wanted, with a single glance in their direction, depending on the situation and who it is, but the women in his fan-club where all... not his type?

What was his type? Narcissa, and he was forced into the marriage they had, they weren't in a marriage of love; the marriage was created by their fathers to keep the purity of the Black and Malfoy family blood-line pure. They felt no attraction towards each-other, but learnt to respect the other over time. Draco was the only thing both of them were proud of that came out of their arranged marriage.

It had only just hit him that he never really had the freedom before to choose for himself. He had his life mapped out before he could even walk or talk. But now there wasn't his father or The Dark Lord around to control him, or make decisions for him.

He was free to spread his wings and branch out a little, perhaps step out of his comfort zone. Dare himself to do things he may not have done in the past. He's still Lucius Malfoy nothing will change that.

Lucius realised, the freedom he now had. He has his home back in his name and not taken over by the Dark Lord as a base. He has no one controlling him, plus no one would dare go against a Malfoy, unless they want to pay the price. He was still well respected within the Wizarding community, he's still feared and his place in society is still high up the food chain.

Draco watched as different expressions crossed his father's usually controlled facade and it scared the shits out of him. Especially when it came to the last one, he couldn't put his finger on it but the way his father's eyes held a certain glint in them, made him feel uneasy, and the famous Malfoy smirk, that formed on his lips, meant he was up to no good, or was thinking something that could mean 'Uh-oh'.

Lucius decided he was not going to let his 'fan club' get the better of him and push him into hiding, instead he was going to enjoy the attention he was getting before he's tied down at Hogwarts School, confined within the castle walls, with piles of paperwork to be marked by 'dunderheads' as his dear friend Severus Snape calls the Students of Hogwarts.

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