My Two Dads

A fanfiction by Phoenix Donovan

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter One

When Arthur Weasley woke up that early July morning, pulled on his robes, and went downstairs to kiss his wife, Molly, on the cheek, he had no idea that it would be for the last time. When he sat down at the table to eat his breakfast alongside his sons and daughter (excluding Fred and George, who were still sleeping), waved good-bye, and headed outside to apparate to work, he didn't know that it would be the last time he would see his family this way. How was he supposed to know? How could he possibly have been forewarned?

Arthur arrived at work one minute before 7, passed a sign on the wall that said Warning! Elevator temporarily out of order! Enter at your own stupidity!, greeted his acquaintances ("Morning, Arthur!" said Mr. Bagman. "Morning, Ludo!"), and sat down at his desk, filing through his heavy load of papers of Misused Muggle Objects. He had to discharm a desk chair, remove the legs from a stapler, and contact someone about performing a Memory Charm on a few Muggles who had seen a couple of tactless teenagers flying around on their broomsticks over in Suri. By lunch time, he had done two of those three things, grunting discontentedly at the next flop of work that seemed to land on his desk every half hour. He stretched and leaned back in his chair, his stomach growling with hunger. Without hesitation, he smiled and tapped his stomach, stood up and went into the break room to grab some lunch that he had left in the icebox.

That's when Arthur Weasley saw the white-blonde ponytail of a certain Lucius Malfoy, and, grabbing his lunch quickly, planned to turn away and eat his lunch with Ludo; unfortunately, Lucius spotted him.

"Ah," said the silky voice. "Weasley senior."

Arthur mustered what he could of a grin and turned around, nodded curtly at Lucius, and turned away again.

"Going so soon?" Lucius said. "I was hoping you could teach me how to use this thing—" he kicked the icebox and Arthur lowered his brows in great dislike. "Does your family use one this size?"

"Excuse me?"

Lucius smiled maliciously. "I'm sure your wife cooks for you. I've never seen an icebox in my life—that's what happens when you have house elves to do the dirty work." He took a step forward, gazing into Arthur's bright blue eyes with his own cold gray ones. "But you Weasleys know all about being dirty, don't you?"

Arthur turned a dark red shade, shaking with anger by now.

"Don't you dare speak of my family," he hissed. He shook his head and took a deep breath, trying not to lose his temper too horribly. Lucius was still standing calmly, a smug look on his face.

"What's going on, Arthur?" a voice came from behind him. He turned around, surprised, to see Molly standing there, a smile on her face, holding a basket that emitted a delicious smell.

"Molly!" he said, suddenly feeling much better. He grabbed her arm, and without another look in Lucius's direction, lead her to his desk. With a flick of his wand he cleared away the mess and they sat down together.

"What's this!" he said. Molly sighed and took the little bag of food he was holding, stuck her tongue out at it, and threw it in the trash.

"I was bring you a descent lunch," she said, pushing the basket at him and beginning to remove its contents, "because I knew you were going to end up eating that leftover curry sandwich…"

Arthur smiled with gratitude and leaned forward to kiss his wife before observing the treacle tart, meat pie, and pumpkin custard stew with glee. Ludo popped his head over the side of his cubicle and smiled down at the pair.

"Hello there, Molly!" Ludo said, beaming. "Mmm! Do I smell meat pie!"

"Yes you do, Ludo, here, I brought you some, too, I knew you'd be wanting it…" she said, handing him a piece.

"You shouldn't have—" Ludo said, but took the food all the same, winking at Arthur. "Wish she were my wife, Weasley!"

"Now, now," Arthur said, though he couldn't erase the grin off his face—that is, not until he saw a pair of white-blonde heads coming toward them—one being Lucius, as expected—the other his wife, the beautiful yet wicked Narcissa.

"I told you dear," Lucius said, his voice dripping with malicious amusement. "They sit and eat with their work, like a common Muggle…"

"Well what do you expect from a Muggle lover?" Narcissa said, smiling cruelly down at Molly. "But I expect her cooking must not be all bad…just look at her size…"

Arthur nearly knocked over the food as he stood up, his ears nearly steaming with anger, his fists clenched, his eyes locked on the Malfoys.

"Now, Arthur…" Molly muttered, pushing her food away and looking upset. "Just let it lie…"

Lucius's eyes twinkled. "Actually, Arthur, I needed to speak to you about something a bit…I daresay…important that concerns both of our departments."

Arthur rolled his eyes. Anything concerning Lucius's department couldn't be good, because after he had been sacked from the Board of Magical Education, he had been transferred to the Tasteless Taxable section (a bit of a joke around the office, if you asked most anyone, but nevertheless, Lucius took it seriously because he got to boss people around and whore them for money—something particularly cruel to do to a Weasley).

"It can't wait until after lunch?" Arthur asked, surveying Lucius incredulously.

"I'm afraid it can't."

Arthur sighed, smiling sympathetically at Molly.

"I understand, dear," she said, standing up. "I should be going. Fred and George might have blown up the house by now…"

"I have to be going too," Narcissa said, smiling slyly at Molly.

"Good then," Arthur said, taking a deep breath. "I suppose you can take the elevator together, then."

Molly patted her husband's arm. "It's all right dear, I'll see you tonight." She leaned in and the pair gave each other a small peck.

"See you later, dear."

Lucius watched Molly and Narcissa walk off together.

"Well…who ever heard of a good looking woman who can cook well?" Lucius asked.

"What exactly is it that you want, Lucius?" Arthur snapped. Lucius leaned on his cane.

"The Taxable office—"

"You mean the Tasteless Taxable office?" Arthur growled.

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "As I was saying. The Tasteless Taxable office is having a hard time balancing your record—something about a Muggle car being enchanted that hasn't been accounted for for some time now…causing a bit of a havoc around the office trying to credit your record…"

"So what do you propose I do?" Arthur asked. "The matter of Ford Anglia hasn't been mentioned in three years."

"Right," Lucius said. "That's how much work we have backed up for you. It just so happens that I am willing to strike a deal with you. If you remember clearly, which I'm not sure you're capable of, you might recall a little incident with an enchanted teapot that my son…er…ran a muck with last summer…"

"Yes, that cost us a pretty penny, hm?"

"Yes, well, be grateful it wasn't a personal expense then," Lucius replied coldly. "To be straight to the point—if you clear that off my profile, I'll clear the case of the Ford Anglia."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Are you that lazy?"

"No," Lucius said. "Irritated."

"Fine," Arthur sighed. "Do what you want. I'll try to get your little mishap cleared up."

Lucius lowered his brow, about to retaliate, when something terrible happened—a great explosion rang through the office, knocking both Lucius and Arthur off their feet.

"My God!" Arthur yelled. Lucius had turned a most unnatural shade of white (even for him) and both of them, along with the rest of the office, was staring over at the elevator.

"Molly!" Arthur cried, leaping to his feet.

"Narcissa!" Lucius gasped, crawling over to the heap of rubble. A couple of Ministry Officials were flicking desperately at the rubble with their wands, trying to uncover the mess.

"Molly…?" Arthur inquired, staring down the empty shoot. But all he could see was ash, dust, and a long, empty elevator shoot.

Molly and Narcissa were gone.