Draco Malfoy was standing in front of the two young men watching them unamusedly.
He'd been standing there for three minutes without being addressed.
Finally, the older of the two of his father's guests set down the book he'd been reading and looked up to see the Malfoy heir.
"Hey, kid," he addressed the pureblood child casually.
"Excuse me?" Malfoy sneered, unused to being addressed in such a manner.
Alphonse had looked up by this time and seen the oncoming argument and decided he might step in.
"Hi there! You must be Draco! Your dad talked about you a lot."
"You two must be father's guests. He said to come get you." Draco then stepped back out of the room and down the hall.
Edward stood there for a second before following the boy.
"Did he say where?" He demanded.
Draco started for a second. "Uh, yeah. His study." He then ran off up the closest set of stairs.
"Al, come on!" Ed called before he made his way down the corridor to the study of Mister Lucius Malfoy.
POV SWITCH
Lucius sat at his desk with a quill and parchment in front of him, fine Indian ink to his left, and a large silver platter, situated on top of which was a bottle of basilisk venom wine with a touch of veritaserum and three crystal glasses. A house elf shifted from foot to foot in a corner, on standby.
"Dobby, make sure Paracelsus is on his way." A snap and a pop and the room was empty of any other presence.
Malfoy stepped out of his desk seat (a claw footed affair with a velvet seat cushion. Others might think it a bit garish but it matched his desk and it was comfortable, plus Lucius liked it so shut up.) and walked over to his bookshelf (which took up the entire wall, of course). He pulled out six books, two of which were historical accounts, one spellbook, one potion making book, an autobiography, and finally a journal.
These books all had one thing in common: the Author, Paracelsus.
A knock sounded on his solid mahogany and he set the books on a stool off to the side before heading to the door and opening it.
"Come right in, gentlemen. Would you like something to drink?" Lucius gestured to the wine bottle, which hovered off the tray and began pouring its' contents into the glasses.
"No thank you, Mister Malfoy. I don't drink, and Al's too young," Ed waved a hand.
Lucius Malfoy nodded and pointed his wand at the still pouring bottle which, along with the glasses and platter, vanished from the room.
*snap* *pop*
"Dobby doesn't see him, sir," Dobby reappeared in the room.
Lucius Malfoy glared at the house elf.
"Dobby, go sweep the drive!" Lucious snarled. That should keep the blasted creature out of the way, the drive of the Malfoy estate was a little over half of a mile long.
*pop* *snap*
Meanwhile, Malfoy's two guests surveyed the scene with bewilderment. Lucius cleared his throat.
"As I was saying, gentlemen, I think it's time we had a discussion." He looked meaningfully at Paracelsus, and then again at Alphonse before nodding his head to the chairs in front of his desk.
Alphonse immediately sat down, followed a half second later by his "Brother".
Lucius carried the books he'd gathered from his shelf and then set them down in front of the brothers.
"I know your secret," Lucius said simply, a dark smirk on his face directed towards Edward particularly.
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Alphonse looked between the two men uncomfortably.
"Uh, Mister Malfoy, sir, I don't think we know what you're talking about…" he said hesitantly.
Lucius looked to the boy, disdain clear on his face. "Young man, please go sit in the parlour while I speak with Paracelsus."
Alphonse looked bewildered and Edward looked shocked at the utterings of the man.
He looked to Alphonse. "Please go wait out in the parlour." In German, he added, "I'll see what he wants."
Alphonse rose, a frown playing at the corners of his lips, but left the room, closing the door behind him. Edward looked back toward the man before him and raised an eyebrow.
"What is it that you want?"
Lucius smiled, glad that he hadn't been mistaken.
"You're going to tell me," he smiled, a big crocodile smile, revealing too-white teeth, "The secret to the Philosopher's Stone."
"Why the hell would I do that?" Ed responded pleasantly, grinning in such a manner that he could rival a rabid dog.
"I can think of a reason," Lucius replied, and slowly slid the top right-hand drawer out from the desk.
"And what is tha-!"
"IMPERIUS!" Lucius shot his wand out, pointing right at Ed's seat where his head had been only moments before.
Ed had the sense to duck his head before reaching his hands up and grabbing the wand out of his hand.
Ed tossed the wand up into the air, clapped his hand, and caught it again. The resulting flash of light made Malfoy have to turn his head away and shield his eyes.
When the flashing died down, Lucius looked up and had his eyes blinded again when Edward blew a fistful of dust into his eyes.
"I hope," Ed said to the grown man cowering and wiping roughly at his eyes, "that we understand each other a little bit better, Mister Malfoy."
Malfoy looked up to find a large blade centimeters from his face, extending from his guests' arm.
"Yes... I think we do, Paracelsus." He started to pick himself up, using his desk as an anchor while his other hand pushed him up from the ground.
Edward stepped on this hand.
"ACKH! Dear God that hurts! Why?"
"What do you want the philosopher's stone for?" Edward questioned, his golden eyes hard as he leaned harder on the older man's hand.
"To help restore the Dark Lord to his former power. Surely-ergh! You, as a pureblood, can understand! The Hohenheim family line has been around for hundreds of years! It's a surprise you weren't one with Lord Voldemort from the beginning!" The man explained.
"And you expect me to give you the stone for free? That's not how this works. There needs to be an exchange. You have to give me something in return. Something worth as much to you as the stone." Edward waited for a response before he started grinding the hand some more until Malfoy finally called out.
"Aah! Anything! I'll give you anything!" Malfoy said desperately.
"Anything?" Ed asked, eyebrow raised.
"Yes!" Malfoy responded "Anything." He panted "anything."
Edward walked over to the door and called for his younger brother.
"He's better at this sort of thing" Ed said to the man who had shakily gotten to his feet.
Ed then sat in Lucius Malfoy's favorite chair before frowning, looking down at it, clapping his hands and pressing them to the chair.
Another flash of light and the chair Ed was sitting in became a very different chair.
It was tall and dark with a black flamel cross on the back and Gargoyle heads on the arms, the cushion was replaced with a hard seat, and the back was covered by a velvet blanket.
Alphonse entered the room and sat at the other side of the desk.
Malfoy was still on the ground.
"The question, Lucius Malfoy, is what constitutes everything? To you specifically I mean. So what does that mean? Everything you own?" Edward asked the man.
Malfoy looked at him like he would the devil himself.
"Everything it is within my power to give." Malfoy crossed his wrist unconsciously.
Edward looked him in the eye before softly muttering "good" and turning to Alphonse.
"Al I need you to write up a contract stating that, in exchange for the secret of the philosopher's stone, we will get all of his possessions." He turned to Lucius "If you break this agreement we don't have to giveyou the recipe but we still get all your things." Ed clarified before turning back to Alphonse. "Not including their clothes of course. Only their clothes"
Alphonse wrote up the contract before handing it to Ed.
Ed looked it over before signing and dating it and then handing the paper to Malfoy.
"You're turn." He smirked.
Malfoy took the quill from the offering hand and signed and dated as well.
"Okay Lucius Malfoy all of your things belong to us and when you leave this house the philosopher's stone is yours."
POV SWITCH
Lucius was unsure of how to tell his wife and son to empty their pockets and leave the house but he tried to explain it as best he could.
They weren't happy.
"You gave away all of our stuff?" Narcissa demanded.
"It was a symbolic gesture! Of willingness!"
"But what about my bedroom!" Draco asked.
"It's only temporary." Lucius assured. "But now, we must empty our pockets and leave the house." He then decided to lead by example and emptied his pockets.
His wife and son followed suit and they made their way out of the house.
Paracelsus walked out after them before turning to Lucius.
"Are you sure that none of your old possessions are on your person? Nothing?"
"Yes" Malfoy answered back, nodding firmly.
"Do you swear it?" Paracelsus demanded.
A small pause and then "I swear it.
"Swear it."
"I Lucius Malfoy, being of sound body and mind, declare that nothing that I signed over in the contract to Edward Elric is on my person, or the person's of my family."
A pain shot through Lucius Malfoy's heart as he looked up to see Paracelsus shaking his head.
He walked over to Draco and held out an open palm in front of him.
Draco looked horrified before holding a shaking palm outward and dropping a single golden galleon into the hand of Paracelsus.
The meaning of this hit Lucius like a runaway hippogriff and he was filled with a horrified rage.
"Boy I can't believe you've cost me this chance! You will be punished severely for this!" He then stumbled back and called "Dobby!" Nothing.
"Dobby in Merlin's name I will beat you with chains"
Nothing.
The blond alchemist appeared in front of him.
"Dobby?"
*snap* *pop*
"Please see the Malfoy's off of my property."
The house elf looked up at the blond and then at the Malfoy's before smiling and saying, "Yes, sir."
hey there guys, whats up? it was my birthday yesterday! also this is way longer than usual so i hope you enjoyed it!anyway y'all should go read and review my forst chap for my new story disorganized crime!
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