A/N I felt terrible about that puny update that I posted yesterday. I churned this one out to make up for it. In this chapter and the last there has been a few Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire references. If youre a fan, see if you can spot them!

Lovegood's eyes were large as saucers when Draco paused in his reading to conjure a glass of water. He did not offer it to Lovegood or respond to her musing, "It's so sad that the mother couldn't stay with her sons. It must have been so hard for them."

The muggle bint probably figured out that she couldn't squeeze any money out of The Worm and fucked off. Lorcan and Lysander may have been erased from popular history by generations of Malfoys, but the reputation of Ramsay Malfoy was well known. No, the lecherous mad man feasted on the flesh of centaurs but near doubled our fortune during his reign as patriarch. Who could feel shame in descending from such a hero? Draco scowled and read on.

Imagine my shock! The headmaster's office?! Uninvited and unannounced, madness! The very thought should have gotten us expelled. And yet, in what I only assume was a fit of lunacy…I was intrigued. The books and secret knowledge that must be hidden up there! Not to mention the portraits of past heads of the school. Just a few minutes talking to any of them would be a treasure trove over which any bumpkin in my pitiable house would be Slytherin green with envy. Not that I care, of course.

"What do you want from Professor Krinklebump's tower?" I had asked. They surely would never have the same noble motivations as me, or so I thought. It turns out that puffs can be just as tricky as a snake if needed.

"Glory, maybe. Fame, possibly." Lorcan had grinned. He does that so often I'd like to hex his teeth black.

"Truth, definitely," Lysander had confessed. "And one smelly old hat."

Draco cut his narrative at the sound of voices and feet on the stairs outside the dungeon. He waved his wand and shrunk down the leather-bound book to the size of a knut and slipped it in to his pocket next to the Abraxas stone.(1) He jumped off the cot and aimed his wand at the door, not looking at Lovegood. For Merlin's sake I was petting her hair just minutes ago as she cried. Disgusted and afraid of his parents, Draco slipped into an aloof stance of disinterest as his father came charging through the door.

"Throw him down here, Bellatrix. He can share a cell with the lunatic." His arched and elegant eyebrows rose at the sight of his son in the cellar. "Draco, what are you doing down here?"

His mother and aunt followed in before Draco could answer. The darker woman dragged behind her a rope-bound man with a black hood concealing his face. She ripped off the hood to reveal an aged and haggard looking man with large pale eyes. Draco looked upon his old wandmaker and clutched his weapon tighter, as if it would recognize its first master and abandon him.

"Quite the menagerie the manor has become, father. What has this one done, poked one of the Dark Lord's acolytes in the eye with a piece of wood?"

Ollivander looked at his former patron with an unreadable expression. "Ten inches precisely, Hawthorne wood with a unicorn hair core. Reasonably pliant." At that last, the old wandmaker nodded at Draco with a glint of knowing that unsettled him.

"It is not for you to question what our Lord wants. He honors us with the responsibility of guarding his known and subjugated enemies," Bella preached. "This one, weak as he is, may not last the night. Sister, we should assign that house elf to look after his care, if not his comfort." She sneered at Ollivander and at kicked him with her heeled boot. He stumbled forward and fell to the hard ground.

Lovegood jumped off her cot and rushed to help Ollivander, but was pitched backward by a spell cast by Draco's mother. Obviously his mother had little issue with her waning magics when it came to attacking helpless prisoners. I wonder if Bella's notion that our reduction to no more than groundskeepers in the Dark Lord's service is actually some sign of a favor has helped with some of Mother's nerves. There's no way she could actually believe such nonsense. Narcissa Malfoy strode forward to stand next to her wandless husband. "Not another move blood traitor," she turned to look at her son with a haughty expression. "Really Draco, even as a play thing, this filth befouls the family name." She turned on her heal and walked out of the cellar, her sister cackling after her.

Draco was a tumult of emotions, all of which he prayed did not show on his face while his father still looked at him. With a call, Lucius summoned Gerda and instructed her to care for Ollivander's wounds before addressing his son. "Your mother's right, son. Dalliances with blood traitors are the last thing our family needs right now. You, strumpet," he said to Lovegood, "should best direct your desperate and wanton eyes elsewhere . There are much more uncomfortable cells in the bowels of his manor that you will find yourself in if you don't keep your legs closed."

"Father—"

"-Are we of an understanding, Draco?"

It doesn't matter if he's got it right. Fucking her would be one thing, but the truth of it is just too damn absurd to explain. Draco desperately wanted to laugh. I should just tell him I spend my time reading her bedtime stories while she braids my hair. My own father would throw me to Greyback in a second.

"Yes, father."

Lucius followed his wife and sister-in-law out of the cellar and slammed the heavy door shut behind his whirling cape. As soon as the room fell into silence Lovegood was up again to Ollivander's side, cooing over the old man.

"Are you okay, Mr. Ollivander? How badly are you hurt?" She asked while holding his bound hand.

"I will be okay, child. I am in the excellent care of Mistress Elf." Gerda shuttered at the honorific but continued cleaning and bandaging a shallow cut on the man's brow. "I'm sorry but I have no memory of your face. Perhaps you were one of master Qyburn's patrons? He always did like to experiment with more, ah, alternative methods of the craft."

Lovegood brightened with a shining smile. "No, Mr. Ollivander, I always used my mother's wand. My name is Luna Lovegood and my parents are Xenophilius and Jeyne Westerling."

Ollivander chuckled. "Of course, Jeyne! Holly handle and weirwood shaft with an unusual core—"

"As riveting as this is, prisoner, you will tell me what you did to have so displeased the Dark Lord." Draco didn't particularly care, though it was a passing odd that such a feeble old man was valuable enough to the Dark Lord to keep as a prisoner instead of just knocking off. He did however bristle at being ignored by even his own house elf.

"Get rid of his binds. He's hurt." Lovegood still held to the wandmaker's wrinkled hand.

"Don't give me orders." Draco liked this situation less and less. He needed to get out of the cellar and away from Lovegood, who was now gently stroking Ollivander's hand to comfort him as Gerty methodologically went over his bruises. For some reason the sight angered him as much his mother's assumptions. He waved his wand and removed the tight ropes around the wandmaker. Ollivander sighed and slumped to lean on Lovegood's shoulder.

"Well, is that better? Can you talk now or shall I get you a pillow and cup of tea."

"If master would like Gerda to get these things, Gerda can—"

"SHUT UP AND DO AS YOUR TOLD!" Draco's head was pounding and he felt completely out of control. Luna was looking at him like he was a giant bloody spider.

"Forget it. I'm out of here." He banished the lamp by the door and slammed it closed harder than his father had. He left the prisoners in darkness and heard his name faintly being called from below as he stomped up the stairs.

A/N Thanks for reading guys! Reviews are swell as well. I have some test coming up so it may be a minute before i can post the next chapter

Edit: I realized that I changed Gerda's name to Gerty in this chapter, so I fixed it. Plus I forgot in an earlier chapter that I mentioned Narcissa having problems with magic in a similar way to Dumbledore's theory about Merope Gaunt. So I fixed that too. In between this and the next chapter I'm going to take copious notes and make some sort of web to keep track of these things. I hate continuity errors and I'm so sorry about messing up to you guys who read through this chapter before I changed it. My extreme bad!

(1) if you forgot what this is, which makes sense since it's been so long since i've updated consistently, check out chapter 6