Arthur didn't speak for fear he wouldn't possibly be able to control himself. He took in a deep breath, eyed Lucius, then said quietly: "Hello, Lucius...Draco." Draco didn't reaply, but Lucius did and menacingly replied, "Weasley, taking on my granddaughter and great-grandchild, hmm? More ruddy children and less money?..Well, I expected nothing more." Arthur glowered at him, but kept his calm, knowing Lucius could have said way worse, and he couldn't make such a scene easily.

"Well, my son is quite fond of her and it is my grandchild also." Lucius' gray eyes swept over Arthur, waiting for him to retort something, but he didn't, so Lucius kicked out a chair and seated himself ruffly, leaning his walking stick against the table. Draco was slightly more respectful and nodded toward Arthur before seating himself more gracefully. Molly stood near Arthur and wrung her hands on her cleaning rag nervously. Lucius drummed his fingertips on the table, licking his lips before beginning another rude remark.

"Well, how far along is the little brat?" Draco shot his father a glare and Arthur sighed.

"Maybe a month or so...." Lucius sighed.

"Pretty soon she'll be showing, aiy?" Arthur was just waiting for something to make him tick, but he wasn't paying attention until he felt Molly tense beside him. He had obviously missed a remark that had upset her and after squeezing her hand he had immediately averted his attention back to Lucius just in time for his next blood boiling comment.

"Ah, well, she'll be just as plump as your wife soon, aiy? Fat from child-bearing!"

Arthur loathed him and immediately Lucius toppled backward after a shot of purple to his chest and Arthur pushed down on top of him, punching his fist hard and painfully into Lucius face. Draco tried prying Arthur off of his father but Arthur slapped him across the mouth, sending him stumbling backward and he wiped off his face as his father and father's enemy fought. Soon, Arthur was finagled on top of him and holding him down tight, so he couldn't move at all. He squirmed slightly but Arthur stopped that as he pointed his wand to his neck and jabbed it at him. With his teeth clenched, mind spitting out horrid retorts, Arthur drawled thickly: "I dare you.....say one more thing...about my wife."