A Memory Remembered
Lucius stood in the elevator watching her retreating form run down the hall while her words echoed in his mind. Mudblood? Where had he heard that before? He began to get lost in his thoughts as the elevator doors closed to lead him to the Minister's office. Lucius's mind began to wander from the word she had used to the image of her retreating form, with her hips swaying with every footfall, and the way her hair bounced around in its ponytail. He then remembered how it felt when he had kissed her so passionately and the way she had returned his kissed hungrily. His mind once again switched topics but this time it came to rest on the memory of years ago.
FLASHBACK
His hand gripped his wand tightly ready to attack the next person who dared to cross his path. He looked up and saw a mess of bushy brown hair swinging around frantically with bits of dried blood and twigs sticking out of it, the owner apparently to busy to acknowledge his presence, was firing hex after hex at the remaining death eaters.
He moved quickly ready to attack her but saw sleek blonde hair out of the corner of his eye, running to attack her as well. He aimed his wand at the owner of the hair knowing full well that he would not kill, only stun his son long enough to give him the opportunity to kill the filthy mudblood.
"Expeliaramus!" He shouted, aiming his wand straight at the wand in his son's hand.
The wand went flying from Draco's grasp, his expression quickly changing from menacing, to complete shock when he noticed who had attacked him. Lucius quickly took the opportunity he had while his son was shocked and stupefied him, only to see a flash of bright green light hit his son soon after being stupefied. He could have sworn that he heard his son say something before her fell, but ignored it as his mind began to race with mixed feelings for his son.
Even though the last few years he had been mad at his son because of his hatred towards mudbloods, (Lucius never really hated mudbloods, except for Granger because she was friends with Potter, he only acted like he did so that he could preserve his pureblood image) he still loved him more than anything. His love for Narcissa was nothing compared to the way he felt for his son, after all is marriage with Narcissa was never from love, it was simply an arranged marriage , but over the years they had become good friends and learned to love each other as brother and sister, not as husband and wife. Draco had always blamed Him for Narcissa's death, even though it was her own fault for running from aurors when they came to question her about the Unbreakable vow she had made with Severus Snape, resulting in her unfortunate death.
He quickly broke from his thoughts when he felt a warm hand fall upon his shoulder. He looked around and noticed that he had fallen to his knees and that Granger was standing beside him with her hand on his shoulder and tears rolling down her cheeks. He figured that she saw what happened, but didn't say anything.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Malfoy," Granger said sympathetically and then added, "I saw who did it if it helps."
Lucius looked at her for only a moment before he replied half-heartedly.
"Who?"
"It was Bellatrix Lestrange"
When Granger said the name he rose from his kneeling position and took on his condescending manor. Only barely realizing that his original plan was to attack her because she was friends with Harry Potter, he fixed her with a steady cold gaze that could have killed, and was surprised to see that she didn't turn and look away. Instead she just stared at him with the same cold hatred he had shown her on a number of occasions.
Quickly realizing that he had dropped his wand when he fell, he retrieved it from the ground and placed it in a pocket of his robes. He then wrapped his cloak tightly around himself blending in with the darkness, gave Hermione one last look, turned, and walked away to avenge his son's death.