Lucius Malfoy

For a moment the Slytherin table was completely silent. Then Both Draco and Lucius jumped to their feet with growls of disapproval. There were snickers throughout the Great Hall. Most of them came from the children Draco had tormented but their parents were silent. They sure as hell didn't want to get on Lucius Malfoy's wrong side. Laughing at his wife would surely do the trick. Even now the man shot angry glances across the room, daring anyone to say something.

Narcissa Malfoy though sat quietly at the table with her eyes fixed onto the tabletop. Her cheek held a faint blush and her face held an embarrassed and very uncomfortable expression. Her ears were ringing from the snickering of the student body and the deafening silence of the adults. Desperately she hoped for a hole to appear and swallow her. She just hated public events such as this. The only reason she went to the Ministry functions was her husband and his constant threats that it was her duty as his wife and he would make her suffer if she didn't fulfil her duties.

Apparently it showed. Molly Weasley looked over from the Gryffindor table and shot her a sympathetic look. Her eyes were very soft as she looked at her and Narcissa instantly felt comforted.

Arthur Weasley on the other hand sat next to his wife and snickered into his napkin. His brightly red face was indicator for his silent laughter and the way his shoulders heaved told Narcissa the rest. The Weasley children certainly seemed to enjoy themselves as well.

"Quit snickering, you blithering idiots!" snarled Lucius loud enough so that the whole Hall could hear.

Quickly all the snickering stopped. Most of the students remembered the article about Harry's events in the graveyard last summer and the list of death-eater names he had given Rita Skeeter. Lucius Malfoy's name had been right on top of that list and most students were afraid of finding out what that man was capable of.

"You will not intimidate my students!" boomed the angry and challenging voice of Albus Dumbledore as if released by a howler.

Lucius cringed away from the sound and looked around frantically as if expecting to see the former headmaster standing there between the students. When he didn't see Dumbledore standing anywhere near him, he sneered in the most horrible way.

"And what will you do, old man? You can't come here and defend them or you'll be arrested on the spot. I win!"

"You'll never win!" yelled Harry, jumping from his seat on the bench and glaring fiercely at the father of his foe.

"Harry, thank you so much for your support but let me handle it my way", said Dumbledore before music set in. "This is Franz Ferdinand and 'Evil and a Heathen'."

Words fall from my mouth
Like plates from shaking hands
Smash upon the silence
Of the smooth naked canal

I'm evil and a heathen
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm a heathen and evil like you
There's not a lot
Not a lot I couldn't do

I like how you pretend
That the end will be the end
So fill your thirst
Drink a curse
To the death of death instead

I'm evil and a heathen
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm a heathen and evil like you
There's not a lot
Not a lot I wouldn't do

Utrecht led me to the Sacre Coeur
Where the smoke curled round
Now the ice blows of Lake Michigan
When the ice blows
The ice flows knocks you down

Your teeth are black with wine
As you place those lips on mine
And the moon hangs heavy and forbidden high
On the night of our lives

I'm evil and a heathen
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm a heathen and evil like you
There's not a lot
Not a lot we couldn't do