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01. The end.

"I think that will do."

There was an unfamiliar voice in the house. Someone was talking outside his bedroom. Usually he would be pissed at being disturbed, especially when he was in bed, sleeping or whatever else. But tonight he was in a unbeatably wonderful mood. He went to Diagon Alley this morning and read the latest "Quidditch Comment" for several hours. Holyhead Harpies had another victory. The historical record that Harpies kept for their match against Heidelberg Harriers was still a piece of meat to any critics. Then he had afternoon tea at a newly opened cafe. At least that's what he told his mother. It's not that he lied, he just did't include every detail, like he read the magazine leaning on the bookshelf, sharing that with a witch; like how soft her golden hair felt in his hand; or that he had some cocktail for tea and the beauty with him had the lip as red as the cherry on the side of his cup and her fingers as soft as summer flowers…

Nah, those would be too bother. His mother was never interested in those kinds of things. Besides, he had already decided to keep every bit of those memories exclusive to himself.

"I need no think. You have to make sure. Double check. I paid you enough and I need a guarantee that everything must be taken care of."

That was his mother's voice. They were whispering but somehow he could still hear them through his door. There was the suppressed anger in her voice. After eighteen years of being her son, his suggestion would be, that, whatever they were talking about, drop it, and soon. Or, as they said, make the promise or guarantee convincing.

But then, it was none of his business what another man might go through. He was quiet content himself. He chuckled silently and sleepily. Hell to pay.

They were still talking somewhere but the sound became lower and more distant, like some murmur, like a whisper. He shifted in bed and buried his head in his pillow. He smiled. He just had some hot milk and felt warm and cozy now. He knew he would have a sweet dream. Then, when he woke up he would go see the beauty who visited him in his dream.

She had graduated from Hogwarts three weeks ago. Pity he hadn't had a proper excuse to attend her graduation ceremony or to pick her up at the station himself. His internship at Ministry would start in a fortnight but till then they have all the time. He remembered how excited she was seeing the Harpies won again and mentally decided that he would take her to their next game. Merlin knows how much she secretly liked Quidditch and how much he loved that. If either her last or first name starts with G, he might even worry about her attending the next recruiting of the Harpies. Lucky him she did not.

He also decided to invite her to the August Malfoy Ball. Of course she would agree. Maybe he could introduce her to his family and make their relationship official. He knew his parents did not like him hiding who he was seeing. Hiding meant secrets and secrets were never good. It was not that he did not want them know about Narcissa, but every time he mentioned that Narcissa always hesitate. He knew she had her own reasons and worries but he ensured her and himself that everything would be find.

Nothing could be better.

With that thought he fell asleep.

XOXO

Persephone was crossed. Lucius had been absent recently. Always had things to do or friends to meet. He had never had any friends for Merlin's sake. She had to promise rewards to get him go to family reunions since he was four. But what really got her suspicions up was the smile he wore every time he came home, like he was a fool. He day dreamt in his armchair in the living room. She had to raise her voice to get his attention. When she asked him what happened, he kept his mouth shut, like she was a fool. Sometimes he even dared to miss dinner. One of the house elves reported to her that there was some rose wine lipstick on his right sleeve. A solid confirmation that he was seeing someone. She had made it clear that dating was forbidden. Young witches nowadays were more or less corrupted. They kept talking about free dating. Seriously, how could naive children be together without permissions of both parents and the promise of marriage! Worse thing was that some ridiculous writers even claimed there to be the thing called love.

To prevent worse situation, she hired Finn, a private detective, to keep an eye on Lucius and find out whoever he was seeing and whatever he was doing. Three days ago, when Lucius was out to a party at Lestrange Manor, Finn came and reported to her Lucius's whereabouts. He told her about Narcissa Black. She saw her on almost every photo with Lucius, talking, laughing, hand in hand or reading together with their foreheads almost touching… One of the photos was taken really closely. The girl wore a white summer dress and a white sun hat. She was sipping her drink while Lucius staring at her with his head slightly askew . Neither of them aware the existence of the surroundings, not even when she gave Lucius her infamous furious glares.

She really hate that girl now. She knew about the Black family. True, they were one of the oldest pureblood families. Her grandfather once had been engaged with the fourth daughter of the Black family. But then, after three years of engagement, the shameless woman ran away with her lover. Her lover, for Merlin's sake! So it was obvious enough that the Black family had long lost their sense of honour and this generation was no better. Rumour says the three Black girls were all gorgeous. Not in her opinion anyway. She had only seen Narcissa, but she could already say that if her sisters were like her then they could only be called pretty. Pretty girls in pureblood families were as common as roses in gardens. For her own information, she heard that the oldest one was wild. She danced and drank and laughed all she wanted. The second one, as scary and astonishing as it was, seemed to had some friends who were not pureblood. The youngest, might be quiet and good at school, but then, having seen how Lucius looked at her, was also out of consideration. Her family fortune was diminishing anyway.

Lucius was not serious about her. He might not realised that himself, but as his mother, she knew. His intern at the Ministry was starting in two weeks and the Vice minster had already invited the Malfoy family over for dinner. She knew he only had a single daughter, at a marriageable age. Thus she decided to make things simple. Finn told her about some memory potion that could help delete certain memories. Obliviation would be too much. She did not want her son waking up and forget his own name. Seizing memory was not safe. What if he found out? Then things would be too complicated. She did not want her own son to inquire her about the honour of her behavior. Taking all these into consideration, although reluctant, she agreed to use the potion and erase any memory about and only about that girl. She blended the potion with hot milk. Lucius took it without any suspicion.

Everything would be fine now. She planned to have the tailor come over and measure a new suit for him. He would always be her lovely son.

A/N: So...here is chapter one, please tell me what do you think! Suggestions and criticisms are so very welcomed! It has been years since I read the book and watched the movie so if there is any inaccurate about names or time please tell me!

English is not my native language, so forgive me if there are (must be) any grammar mistakes or misuse of words (although I try to revise myself and look up in a dictionary) I really want to make this story better!

Hope you enjoyed it!