Authors Note: Things are about to get messy :)

- Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the wonderful owner of these fantastic characters she's kindly shared with us and let us enjoy! I don't own a dime.

Lucius put his wand to his throat and cast an unspoken spell, which would allow his voice to be heard around the Manor.

'DRACO,' he said in a type of tone that meant he wasn't in the mood to be messed around. What's the saying... 'He woke up on the wrong side of bed?'

Lucius didn't know why he got up on the wrong side of bed, he's normally a morning person, up before Draco and used to be up before even Narcissa, when she was around. Maybe it was the pending trip to Diagon Alley, and dealing with his fan club, which he didn't want to do, no matter what he thought the other day on that topic.

He thought he'd love the attention from the Witches of the Wizarding world but this, what they were doing, was pissing him off, rather than boosting his ego. Even though he is a Malfoy and Malfoy's don't show emotions or pay any attention to those he or she thinks are beneath them, they still have feelings deep down.

He even spotted a red-head in the crowed of giggling idiots, once, and hoped-to-god that it wasn't a Weasley. He's probably had most of the single witches of Diagon Alley, try to gain his attention, since the delightful woman, Rita Skeeter, issued an interview about his divorce to Narcissa, before they'd even made it public, towards the end of July.

It still boggles his mind how she found out about his divorce, as anyone involved with that process, swore to an oath not to break any confidential information, including speaking of the Divorce before he and Narcissa announced it.

Draco had arrived in the entrance hall a few minuets ago and had been watching his father in silence; it wasn't often, in fact - hardly ever, you saw a Malfoy look out of place, with a deep thoughtful look on their faces. He knew the divorce was good for his parents, but at the same time, it was hard to watch his normally, stern, strict and emotionless father, in this state of mind. Hell, he didn't even know, that he'd arrived downstairs, yet; so he must be thinking real deeply about something.

Lucius blinked when he heard the clearing of a throat, and an uneasy looking Draco came into vision. He schooled his emotions and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened and headed straight for the drawing room fire-place with Draco on his heals.

Draco visibly relaxed again, seeing his father return to normal and the land of the living. They floo'd through to Borgin and Burkes, not even acknowledging Borgin; walked out of the shop and made their way up the famous Dark, down-town alley, dedicated to the Dark Arts, they reached the top and headed straight for Gringotts.

He'd got his Hogwarts letter last week, like always, but this year he wasn't very excited and didn't really want to return. However, with his father being the new DADA professor and his godfather the Potions professor, there was no way they'd let him miss his last and 'important' year.

He didn't find the NEWTS important any more, having been trained by regardless of Dark or Light, some of the best wizards of all time: The Dark Lord, his godfather and aunt, including his father and a few others he was not going to name. He's probably ahead of the rest of his year in Potions and Defence Against The Dark Arts.

Plus, he was rewarded with a Head Boy badge, which is another part of the reason he is returning. as He can't wait to put Potter in his place and wind Weasley to the point he's turning purple, due to his uncontrolled of his anger. All Draco has to say is 'mudblood' to Granger and the weasel turns as red as his hair.

'Draco, how much do you need for your Hogwarts stuff this year?' his father asked him when they reached the counter. Malfoy's do not need to go through the procedure of going underground, with a goblin on a cart, to get their gold.

'Two hundred galleons. I need new robes, and a new broom.' Lucius raised his eyebrow, he knew Draco didn't need a new broom.

'One hundred galleons, Draco, that's all, you don't need a new broom.'

Draco kept his expressionnatural.

'One hundred and fifty, galleons then. I still need cleaning equipment, I want my brooms in top shape this year as I want the Slytherin Quidditch team to win this year, as it'll be our last chance to beat the shitty Gryffindors. I do not wish to bebeaten by Potter again.'

'One hundred and twenty-five galleons, Draco, that's my final offer, take it or leave it.' This time Lucius watched his son's facial expression fall, Narcissa had spoilt the boy rotten with no value for money. True he to spoilt Draco, but only when it was his birthday or Christmas. Narcissa, on the other hand, could never say no. He'd already given Draco one hundred galleons for his Head Boy badge, the boy didn't need any more this summer or his head will swell with the size of his ego.

At least he, Lucius, respects his belongings, and knows money doesn't grow on trees. He had to work hard to get what he wanted, even though the Manor was his, when his father passed away, he still restored it, to his liking and added his tastes to it, to make it more his and not his fathers, before him.

He paid for allot of the things in his wing of the Manor and drawing room, dinning room and the East wing, of the manor, where Draco's room is located. He paid for it with the money he gained from the Ministry and other little businesses he owned in the past.

What Draco doesn't realise or know, is the value of money and learning to respect money. All he had to do was ask him or his mother, if he said no, he went to his mother and she said yes. That was a common argument and disagreement between him and Narcissa.

Now that she wasn't in the picture, Draco's going to have to live by his rules alone, whilst living under his roof and it's going to hit him a lot harder than he thinks. He's not a push over like Narcissa was and he doesn't give in that easily either.

'Fine!' Draco huffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets and glared at the counter, for not getting his own way.

Lucius rolled his eyes at his son's sulkie expression, for not getting his own way. He turned to the goblin serving them and asked for two hundred galleons himself, earning an evil glare from Draco, Lucius just smirked, and said, 'When you earn money Draco, you can take out as much as you want out of your own pocket.'

'Very true, Mr. Malfoy,' the goblin agreed with him.

When they left Gringotts, Draco and Lucius made their way to an exclusive robes shop that not many people are aware of exists. To rub it in Draco's face a little more, Lucius bought the most expensive black-dress robes they had, as he needed some for Hogwarts this year, that cost him ninety galleons, in the softest of black materials.

Draco's cost him a small figure of twenty five galleons, as he needed to budget his money, where as Lucius could just go back to Gringotts, if he needed to.

Draco's sulkie mood lasted for most of the trip till they got to Flourish and Blotts. As Lucius entered the shop, a smell hit him; a powerful smell that made him grip hold of his cane to stay up straight. It took all his control to keep his expressionless facade up.

Draco noticed his father pause in the doorway of the shop, his hand tightened around his famous snake head, wand holder-cane. Draco leaned around his father to see what had caused such a reaction. But found nothing but a busy book-store. He glanced up at his father and decided to move around him, earning a glare, in return; at least he got him moving again.

Lucius' eyes scanned the book-store for the reason behind the smell. His heart was pounding in his chest at a million miles an hour. Draco had disappeared amongst the book-shelves the minute he got a chance to escape. Lucius' senses and body seemed to take on a mind of their own as his feet started moving without him realising it at first.

He still moved with the elegance and grace only a Malfoy can pull off, but to him, his body felt like it was almost floating in air. He had a feeling he knew what was happening, but refused to believe it till it actually happened. He cursed, the curse, for doing this to him now, and why did it trigger now? Again, was it because Narcissa was no longer in the picture and he was a free man? That was the only theory he could come up with.

Lucius rounded the corner, down the History isle, and right at the end, was a lone figure with her nose buried in a book. Lucius's body seemed to become excited, and the smell was even stronger as he got closer and closer to the woman.

He was almost close enough to touch her, when the woman looked up and her eyes locked with his, everything around him seemed to disappearand all he could see and hear was her, her breathing and see the most beautiful pair of brown eyes he's ever seen in his entire life. His whole world seemed to freeze in time.

Lucius couldn't look away, even if he wanted to, which part of him did. He hated to admit it, but whatever was happening to him, scared him shitless. His whole body felt like there were thousands of needles pricking him all at once.

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter rounded the corner, behind their best friend, to find her in a eye-lock with none other than Lucius Malfoy.

'What in Merlin's-Saggiest pants?' Ron blurted out, his eyes wide. But no one responded to his outburst. Ron was not very bright or intelligent, but Harry could feel some kind of magic in the air. It wasn't unpleasant,but it made the hairs on his arms stand on end.

Ron went to step forwards, but some invisible force pushed him backwards till his back hit the wall.

'WHAT WAS THAT?' he yelled.

'Ron,' hissed Harry in warning, telling him to shut-up.

'No, Harry. What's he doing to her?' he whined.

'I don't know, but it's not just him, it's her to. Can't you feel it?' Harry asked.

'Feel what?'

'Never mind.' Ron huffed, and launched towards the pair before him and grabbedhold of Hermione's arm before anything could trigger what he was doing and yanked her away from Lucius Malfoy, of all people. Hermione gasped, and Lucius growled taking a menacing step forwards, towards the red head who had hold of her; but the annoying-boy-who-lived stopped him, with a hard, warning, confused look on his young face and wondered what had just transpired between his best friend and the Death Eater.

Harry knew Ron would just shrug it off and ignore what had just happened, he'd have a talk with Hermione about it when they are on their own, sometime.

Lucius stood there, watching her walk away, being stopped by a brat, of all people, who then turned and left also. He marched back the way he came after a few moments of collecting himself together, not liking this turn of events at all and not liking the Weasel one bit for taking her away from him.

He knows how that sounds, but at the same time, part of him knew, as much as he wasn't willing to believe it, that she was his and who knows what could of happened if Potter and Weasel hadn't disrupted, whatever was happening between him and her, he didn't even know her name. He only had a vision of her pretty eyes, and face.

As he made his way into the main entrance of the shop, he stopped in his tracks when he noticed his fan club had caught up with him.

Great, he thought, with an eye roll.

A/N: Reviews please? Reviews = Fast updates :) I'm almost done with Part 2 :)